“Good because if I see any panties up there that aren’t mine you will have hell to pay,” Marie said as they reached the final circle of stairs. Marie handed Roarke the bottle and moved, covering the last couple of steps in a blink of the eye, and she was shoving at a door that was a little hard to move. It dragged across the floor as it opened but eventually there was enough room for her to slip in.
Inside you could see the attempt Marie had made to clean the place up. The windows had coverings even if the coverings had holes in them. The placed had been recently swept. There was still broken furniture but there was a fireplace and a comfy looking couch in front of it. In the corner were Marie’s two guitars. “Welcome to my hide away.”