"Four days," Cross repeated, his tone slightly flat as his gaze flickered from hers to their surroundings. He was beginning to accept that this completely unwarranted situation was real and would have to be dealt with, like or not. In his case it was definitely not. His head turned and his eyes met hers again. "Today," he confirmed. A frown creased the spot between his brows as she asked about pillows or blankets, and he said, "No. Nothin'. Just what I'm wearing."