“Slipping her toiletries into an Yves Saint Laurent cosmetic case, she placed it at the top of her suitcase. Andrew would bring both their suitcases home on his late afternoon flight. Sara hoped no unexpected problems would arise, and that Andrew’s appearance in court would be completed by the afternoon. She could count on it, she thought, remembering how well she had drilled him on his testimony. She must see about breakfast. For Andrew, hot cakes, sausages, one scrambled egg, and toast. For he...r, half a melon. A large pot of hot coffee for the two of them. She had to eat something to get her thoughts in order. She didn’t want to think about what had happened in the shower ever again. She would put it out of her mind and never let it resurface. Sara opened the door and handed the ever-present guard her breakfast menu. “Would you please tell room service that Mr. Taylor and I would appreciate our breakfast now. We have to be in court by nine.” Without waiting for a reply, she closed the door, then walked over to the bed and gently shook Andrew awake.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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