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Josie probably was waiting for her at home. Should she call and tell the angel she'd be staying the night at McCall's? She'd never had anyone waiting up for her before. Or did Josie just know where she was all the time? In that case, calling wouldn't be necessary. This angel stuff confused her. |
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"Josie?" she called, her voice echoing in the empty room. No one answered. D.J. felt silly. What if McCall heard her calling for the angel? How would she explain herself? |
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D.J. shoved off the bed and went to explore the bathroom. A large claw-footed tub occupied one corner. Though the decor reminded her of the bedroom, antique and beautiful, the plumbing was the best the twentieth century had to offer. She looked longingly at the tubbig enough to soak in for a long, long timethen turned away with a sigh. She was too tired to take a bath. Besides, McCall might need her. If so, she might not hear him over the roar of the water. |
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A thick, terry-cloth robe hung on the back of the doorso blindingly white D.J. knew without asking that it had never been worn. She undressed and gathered the robe about her. She would just go check on McCall one more time and thenlights out. |
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Barefoot, she padded down the hall and tapped on his door. After several seconds with no answer she opened it a crack. "McCall?" she whispered. |
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The warm glow of a lamp dusted the room, and D.J. stuck her head inside. In contrast to the room she occupied, McCall's room had a very masculine decor. Though also antique, the large bed was made |
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