Trisha had no idea how they'd gotten back to the main house, how a blanket had found itself in her lap on the couch, or how long Nick had been standing in front of her holding a steaming cup of tea.

"Take the cup, Trish."

"Okay," she muttered, taking it from him.

Scrubbing his hands over his face, he sat next to her on the couch in her living room. "Thank you for coming," he mumbled.

The alarm of hearing him say those words jolted her back. She jerked, the ...