Chapter 6

• A soft, hesitant knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts. I adjusted the thick towel wrapped securely around my body just as Maria pushed the door open, carrying a tray with a steaming bowl of wild mushroom soup, fresh bread, and a glass of water. Over her arm hung a set of dark silk pajamas—black, expensive, and predictably my exact size.
• “I brought your dinner, Miss Roxanne,” she said softly, setting the tray down on the modern nightstand. She neatly laid the pajamas at the foot of the bed. “And your nightclothes. If you need anything else, even in the middle of the night, there is a service button by the headboard.”
• “Thank you, Maria,” I murmured.