Bradley rolled over and reached for Carissa only to find her side of the bed empty. And cold. He sat up and frowned. Yawning, he rubbed his hands over his face. Where the hell was she? He strained to hear if the shower was running, but he was met with silence. Her cell phone was still on the nightstand. That was a small relief - at least she wasn't sneaking around talking to Danny.

He flopped back down, not quite ready to get up just yet. Though, he did want to drag Carissa ...