““By the way,” Arizona interrupted rather casually, “how long are you two gonna shack up together out there at Dreamscape?” Anger surged, temporarily submerging the little thrill of dread Hannah had felt a few seconds ago. She jerked to a halt, spun around, and glared at Arizona. “We are not shacking up.” Rafe tightened his grip on her arm. “Hannah, this isn’t the time to go into it.” “The heck it isn’t.” Hannah grabbed the edge of the door as Rafe tried to haul her forcibly out into the hall. “I want to set the record straight before we leave. Listen, Arizona, Rafe and I are sharing Dreamscape until we negotiate a way out of the mess Isabel left us in. We are not shacking up there.” “Sorta hard to tell the difference,” Arizona answered through a cloud of smoke. “Not from where I stand,” Hannah retorted. “We’re sleeping on separate floors.” “Sounds uncomfortable,” Arizona said.””
