I shrugged, ignoring the innuendo. "Where is my comb, brush, makeup, perfume?" I asked, anxiously opening up drawers. I could see how Paul might not have remembered to bring those things, but how in the hell didn't the ladies know to send me my personal care products? Maybe it was because I looked like such a grunge the first time they'd seen me. Never mind.

Tony was sitting on the edge of the bed watching me.

I grabbed his hand. "Take me to Tige."

With a nod ...