Cass squinted at the gray light edging the drapes. Maybe this floor was comfortable where she'd positioned cushions, but if she had to take much more of this she would scream. Sleeping on floors, creeping about her own house. Not only that ... what was the rattling and tapping at her door? She dug her fingers beneath the cushions and clutched the handle of the claw hammer. She may have avoided the soiree with Gil, but if she suffered any more of this, or him threatening to go out ...