I wish I were dead
. Phoenix moaned and pulled the pillow overher head to block out the blinding light and the clamour of rain.If only her head would just explode and get it over with.
At least the pillow seemed softer this morning. And itsmelled nicer than normal too. A fresh citrus scent thatquickened her blood.
Hang on a minute. Rain? In Vegas?She peeked out from under the pillow.
Not her room.This room was at least twice the size of her entire motel apart-ment, and way better furnished. Correction: this wasn’t just aroom; it was a palatial hotel suite. Through the double doors shespied a living room.She sank back on the pillows, which seemed to be dusted ingold glitter. Perhaps she’d already died and this was heaven. Thoughshe highly doubted heaven would want Phoenix Montgomery. Notthat she’d been a particularly bad girl, but she’d never made mucheffort to be particularly good either.And she’d certainly seen and done a few things a more conven-tional person might quail at. This being one of them.She covered her eyes. Blocking the sunlight streaming inthrough tall windows at least helped the ache in her head.Sunlight? Then that wasn’t rain…Instantly awake, she turned her head and identified the sourceof the sound of running water: not rain, but a shower running.She wasn’t alone.Terror clutching her heart, she lifted the crisply starched sheet.
Beneath the sheet, she was stark naked, aside from yet more