Nora sobered and turned back to the windows, her breath fogging the glass. We may as well lay some ground rules if we're going to be stuck here for a few days. Okay. You can keep the bed, I prefer the sofa. I don't cook. I'm not a maid, so pick up after yourself. You can eat whatever you can find in the kitchen, but I'll warn you, I don't keep much. I prefer my privacy, so you'll have to occupy yourself. Any questions? Only one. She turned to face him. What are you hiding from?
~ Jennifer Lowery
