Carissa's breath caught in her throat, and she reached for her drink, needing to dislodge the emotion choking her, and to cool her rising temperature. Bradley's offer was generous and sweet, and she'd never be able to tell him how much this meant to her, but no way would she stay in his penthouse without him. That seemed. . .wrong, somehow.

"Is there any store or pharmacy open now?" she asked and tossed another fry in her mouth.

"I don't think so. Why?" ...