Page 38 of Receiving His Mercy
It wasn’t her bedroom. It had to be a hotel room. Why was she in a hotel room? And why was she so confused?
Finding the bathroom, she walked into it and stared at herself in the mirror. Her face was so white she looked ill. There were dark marks under her eyes. And a large gash by her hair line above her right eye.
Holy heck.
How had she gotten that? Not only had the skin opened, but there was a big lump there already.
“No wonder my head hurts.”
Did she even have any painkillers with her? Should she take them? Had she blacked out or just fallen asleep?
What time was it? She stared down at herself. She was still in her clothes.
There was that noise again. Oh, it was her phone. She moved back into the bedroom and glanced around. Where was it?
There was her handbag on the floor. So far to bend over. But she managed, grabbing her bag and only swaying slightly as the room spun.
This wasn’t good. She couldn’t handle looking at her phone, let alone talking to anyone.
It was probably just Oliver, anyway. He was the only person who called her other than Lacey. And Lacey was on her honeymoon so it wouldn’t be her.
So instead of checking who it was, she found the side button and turned the phone off.
Ahh, blissful silence.
She also found some painkillers in her handbag and swallowed them dry.
Eh. Gross.
But she couldn’t see any water anywhere and she didn’t feel like searching for the bathroom. Standing carefully, she pulled the curtains. It was dark out. She wasn’t sure of the time. There was a digital clock by the bed, but her eyes didn’t want to focus. She stripped off down to her underwear before climbing into bed.
Tomorrow she’d worry about what she was doing here and what had happened.
10
“We have an emergency,” Travis said as he strode into the meeting room, the door slamming behind him.
“It is way too early in the morning for this,” Tyler groaned as he took a sip from his takeaway coffee cup. No doubt it was something ghastly like a caramel vanilla latte. Or something equally as sweet and disgusting.
What was wrong with coffee by itself?
Nothing. It was manly and it got the job done.
“Did you sleep at all?” Clay asked. “Why do you look so awful?”
“Listen to me. Focus,” he barked. “Caren is missing.”
“Wait, Caren? Caren-Caren?” Tyler asked, sitting up straight.
“Caren Caren?” Alexa asked, moving her head up from where she’d been reading something on her laptop. “She has the same first name and last name? That rocks.”
“Ahh, no, I just meant Caren, as in our cousin’s friend,” Tyler explained.
“Did Lacey contact you?” Jace asked.
“Isn’t she on her honeymoon?” Clay asked.
Everyone started talking except Rusty who sat at the other end of the long table and frowned at him.
