Big Shot. Joanna Wayne
Eventually Durk must have dozed off because the next time he looked at his watch, it was an hour later. He stood, stretched and went to the bathroom. He relieved himself, washed his face in cold water and went in search of coffee.
After he finished the cup of strong brew, he slipped quietly back into Meghan’s room. Only this time, Meghan’s eyes were open wide and she was staring at the ceiling. She moaned as he approached the bed.
“Are you in pain?” he asked. “Should I get the nurse?”
She turned and looked at him, then closed her eyes again.
“Can I get you anything?” he repeated.
Still no response, but he was almost certain she was awake.
He sat and stayed quiet until she squirmed and began to rub her left hand. Then he stood and moved close to the bed.
“Is there anything you want to tell me?” he asked, sure that if she were fully conscious, she’d have questions about the attack.
She shuddered and finally met his gaze, staring at him as if he’d interrupted something important.
“Who are you and why are you in my bedroom?”
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