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Tawny Taylor Carpe Nocturne 2: Kiss Me, Kill Me - 23 -<br />
Sylvie woke up some untold hours later. She felt better, although she wasn’t<br />
exactly in the mood to sing a cheery tune.<br />
Miko, being the thoughtful guy he’d revealed himself to be last night, seemed to<br />
have anticipated her every need. Her room was warm, her bed comfy. And there was a<br />
tray sitting on the nightstand with a pot of piping hot coffee and a dish covered with a<br />
metal lid to keep the food warm. She salivated at the scent of bacon but made herself<br />
wait to eat until after she downed her first cup of coffee.<br />
It was positively delicious, better than the stuff she paid a small fortune for<br />
occasionally at the local coffee shop. Sigh. And sigh.<br />
She could get used to this treatment.<br />
She wondered how Burke and Isabella were doing. Had they been able to sneak<br />
into Lisa’s house? Were they safe?<br />
The phone sitting on the nightstand on the other side of her bed jangled. She set<br />
her coffee cup down and scooted across the bed, tipping the receiver to peer at the caller<br />
ID.<br />
Lisa.<br />
She scooped up the receiver and answered, “Hello?”<br />
“Hey. Just calling to make sure you’re okay. We didn’t get to talk much last<br />
night.”<br />
“I’m a little better. I think I slept a week. What time is it?” Sylvie asked, searching<br />
the room for a clock.<br />
“It’s almost five.”<br />
“Five? Holy crap. Five at night?” She emptied her coffee cup in a series of frantic<br />
gulps and refilled it. “Did you talk to the detective?”<br />
“Yeah. He said you can open up tomorrow.”<br />
“Excellent. I can’t afford to stay closed any longer than necessary. I’m in deep<br />
shit.”<br />
“I told you I’d help --”
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