Chapter 248: Melody, Grant

Sunday. Unknown, Chicago, Illinois.

MELODY GROANED. SHE HURT worse than the second day of spring booty boot camp. That was always the worst day of her year, no matter how physically fit she'd kept herself.

What the hell had happened?

Her head was groggy with that wrapped in cotton feeling and her mouth was impossibly dry. She rolled her tongue around and squeezed her eyes shut.

Who'd left the lights on?

Grant?

Just thinking his name brought back memories.

Ibiza.

The chair at the Hard Rock Hotel.

Vaughn nearly bleeding to death.

Brenden more furious than she'd ever seen him before.

And Grant again, last night. Face wash and pajamas.

They'd gone to manage the move of Ethan from one facility to another, and then...

She stopped breathing and started listening.

The air conditioner chugged, drowning out softer sounds, but she could still hear voices. None of their words made sense.