Chapter 33: Hero in Tinfoil

Carissa's breath caught in her throat, and she reached for her drink, needing to dislodge the emotion choking her, and to cool her rising temperature. Bradley's offer was generous and sweet, and she'd never be able to tell him how much this meant to her, but no way would she stay in his penthouse without him. That seemed. . .wrong, somehow.

"Is there any store or pharmacy open now?" she asked and tossed another fry in her mouth.

"I don't think so. Why?"

"I need a few things. Toothbrush, hairbrush. You know, the necessities." She lifted her burger from her plate. The thing was huge, and she had no idea how she was supposed to eat without making a mess.

"We have all that at the penthouse. Mom always keeps it stocked with extra stuff like that just in case any of us ever need to go there." Bradley finished his burger and pushed his plate away. "And like I said, my sister always has clothes stashed there. Most of them have never been worn."