Chapter 7 You Don't Have A Fever

• She exhaled slowly and sat up, brushing her hair out of her face. Her chest tightened at the thought of everything that had happened in the past twenty-four hours. She had gone from heartbreak and humiliation to sleeping under the same roof as Nicholas. It was unreal.
• Slipping on the cream dress from last night, she opened the door and made her way downstairs.
• At the entrance, Nicholas stood in a tailored suit, speaking to Judy in a hushed tone as she nod in agreement. The sight stopped her cold.