“I’m not sure. Either she got up earlier than us, or she went back to her room last night.”
“Oh.” Abby pulled the sheet up around her.
Blythe chuckled. “I was out like a light. She didn’t leave while you were still up?”
Abby shook her head.
“What time did you fall asleep?”
“I don’t have a clock in here.”
“Yeah, I noticed.” Blythe smiled and swung her legs off the side of the bed. “I better get dressed.”
“Sorry I slept so late.” Abby still clutched the sheet to her chest.
“Are you going to get dressed and see us off?” Blythe grinned. “Or are you going to send us off dressed like that?”
Abby threw off the covers, leaped from the bed, and began gathering up her clothes.
“Clothed it is, then,” Blythe said with a chuckle.
While Blythe was still trying to find her shirt, Abby slipped into her clothes in record time. Blythe monitored her from the corner of her eye. She was acting weird this morning, too.
Was Blythe the only one not freaked out about last night? Likely since the other two worried too much. She could ease their fears later, but she needed to get moving now.
Once Blythe finished dressing, she put her arm over Abby’s shoulders and pulled her in for a hug. “I wish we didn’t have to run off.”
Abby returned Blythe’s hug, but she said nothing. Concern washed over Blythe, but then she reasoned Abby wasn’t fully awake since Blythe had roused her from a sound sleep.
When they stepped apart, Blythe studied Abby’s face. Dark circles highlighted her bloodshot eyes. Blythe figured last night’s orgasm would have caused her to sleep like a baby, but apparently, she’d had a restless night.
“You okay?” Blythe asked.
Abby nodded. “Just tired.”
“I’m sorry we can’t stay for brunch.”
“I’m just a little bummed.” Abby smiled. “But I knew it beforehand.”
Blythe grabbed her bag from beside Abby’s dresser. “We better go round up Ricki.”
They found Ricki sitting on the hood of her car, drinking a cup of coffee and scrolling on her phone.
“In a hurry to get out of here?” Abby asked.
Blythe glanced at Abby, sure she’d detected an edge to Abby’s voice. No,it was probably still raspy from her having just woken up.
“I was enjoying the fresh air,” Ricki answered.
“That’s what the back porch is for.” Abby’s tone was more natural.
“I’ll remember that,” Ricki said and then turned to Blythe. “Where’s your bag?”
“Inside.”
“Why’d you leave it in there?”
Blythe put her hand on her hip. “We were looking for you when we couldn’t find you inside.”
