must be in bed, but she couldn?t figure out what Cassandra was doing
in bed with her. If she could only open her eyes and see.
?I don?t doubt you. But what can we do?? asked Noel.
?We should leave. Now. Pack up the house and go back to
Europe.?
?You?re overreacting,? huffed Ariadne, not even bothering to
whisper.
?Two nights in a row, Ari. They ate the same food. Shared a roof
and a bed, and now they have witnesses!? Cassandra said just as
loud.
?But they haven?t done the most important thing!? Ariadne
shouted back.
?Girls!?
Even though she was still so tired she felt glued to the mattress,
the yelling made Helen?s eyes open. She saw Ariadne, Cassandra,
and Noel standing over her bed. Correction, they were standing
over Lucas?s bed and Helen was in it. Her eyes snapped open and
her head whipped around to look at Lucas. He was frowning himself
awake and starting to make some gravelly noise in the back of
his throat.
?Go argue someplace else,? he groaned as he rolled over onto
Helen. He tucked himself up against her, awkwardly fighting the
drag of the casts on his legs as he tried to bury his face in Helen?s
neck. She nudged him and looked up at Noel, Ariadne, and a furious
Cassandra.
?I came to see how he was and then I couldn?t get back to my
bed,? Helen tried to explain, absolutely mortified.
She gasped involuntarily as one of Lucas?s hands ran up the
length of her thigh and latched on to the sloping dip from her hip
to her waist. Then she felt him tense, as if he?d just realized that