What was he even talking about? Joanna managed to wriggle her hand free and smacked his arm. “Get off me. You might want to, but I don’t.”
Moss just looked at her, voice dropping. “You really don’t want to?”
“I don’t.” She meant it. Just thinking about him tangled up in bed with Louise made her want to recoil.
Moss got stubborn. “Alright, just deal with it.”
He leaned down and kissed her, hard. Joanna struggled, pushing at his shoulders, but then a voice called from outside the door.
“Hello, Ms. Irvine.”
Ella was here.
Joanna shoved Moss away, scrambling to sit up. “Ella’s here!”
Moss released her, moving to sit at the edge of the bed.
A moment later, there was a knock, and Ella’s clear, steady voice drifted in. “Mr. Wade? Ms. Johnson?”
Joanna jumped up, rushing to fix her hair and straighten her clothes. She opened the door, forcing a smile. “Ella, hey, you’re here.”
Ella stood neatly in the hallway. “How is Mr. Wade? Is he alright?”
Joanna stepped aside, letting her in. “He’s over there.”
Ella walked straight to Moss and looked him over. “Mr. Wade, are you okay?”
Moss shook his head. He looked miserable. “I feel hot. Like, burning up. It isn’t normal.”
“Let me see your hand.”
He held it out. Ella checked his pulse, her brow knitting together almost instantly. “Mr. Wade, you’ve been drugged.”
Joanna’s heart skipped a beat. “What? Ella, what kind of drug?”

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