Chapter 113

• THE sun’s warm fingers were filtering through the closed shutters when Monica woke, and a quick glance was all it took to determine she was alone in the bed.
• There was no sound to indicate Harry occupied the shower, and she quickly checked her watch, muttered an unladylike oath at the time and hit the shower running. Conscious, as she did so, of a degree of pain…her wrist, ribs. Everything took a little longer, and she cursed afresh at the awkwardness resulting from needing to protect her wrist.
• It was almost eight when she entered the kitchen, where Maria greeted her in surprise.