CHAPTER 50: JACK

In the two days since I dragged Sandra back to my room in a move that would put Fred Flintstone to shame, she had barely left my side. New York was too far – too fuckin’ far – and I’ll be damned if I was giving her the chance to escape again.

Paranoid? Probably, but when you have it, you have it. And I had it.

The door clicked open, and Sandra came flying in. She launched herself on the bed and sat in front of me, grinning at me like a madwoman. Her eyes were shining, her cheeks were flushed, and her hair was mussed. It made me think about us just having sex, and I grabbed her waist and lied back, settling her on top of me.

“Guess what?” she said, excitement and happiness threaded in her tone.

“What?”

“I just spoke to Jane – oh, that’s Abby’s nurse – and she said that Abby asked to join in with a group activity yesterday!”

I slid my arms around her waist, and she kissed me firmly.

“That’s good, right?” I double checked. Hell, I had no idea.

Sandra nodded, her hair bouncing with the mo