"Just one minute and I will get to the studio"

Same thing I said an hour ago.

The knock came at 9:14 a.m.

I opened the door expecting staff or another of Sam's abrupt appearances. Instead Danielle stood on the step in jeans, a soft sweater, and bright sneakers, hair pulled into a messy knot. She held two coffees and looked entirely too awake.

"You're coming with me," she said.

"I have work-"

"No. You're coming." She held out one of the cups. "I already told the house you have a family thing. Get shoes."

There was no real room to refuse and honestly, I don't want to refuse either....