Chapter 51

Jonas was sound asleep on the bed by the time Lorraine emerged from the bathroom. Only the two of us were awake in this spacious room, and the quiet made the air feel oddly tense. "You've finished washing up?" I asked, keeping my gaze respectfully averted. As a normal guy, I figured it was a decent thing to do. She was wrapped in a bathrobe that wasn't from the hotel—it looked like something she had brought herself. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught her soft laugh. When I looked back, she was kneeling in front of me with a first aid kit in her hands. "Let's get that cleaned up," she said, her tone gentle. I'd almost forgotten about the scratch on my face from Yvonne's slap, but now that she mentioned it—and now that it had been exposed to water—it stung a little more than I cared to admit. "Thanks," I said, leaning forward slightly. Lorraine's touch was feather-light, and she moved so carefully that even her breathing seemed softer. "You don't have to be so c