When the phone rang the next morning, Bella fumbled blindly for the receiver on the table beside the sofa.

She'd argued with Miguel the night before over where she would sleep-on the bed or the couch. But despite his desire to always have his own way, she'd held her ground until he'd finally stomped off to bed. It was a small victory, but when it came to Miguel, her pride needed every stroke it could get.

She heard the sound of the shower running as she picked up the receiver on the third ring.

"Hello?" she mumbled, then buried her head under her pillow to block out the light.

"Who...