The next morning...
Waking up in a strange bed, in a strange room that didn't smell like the programmable espresso machine did its job was disorienting for a bit. Sammy dealt with it by staying right where she was, quiet and peaceful for as long as it would last.
Which wouldn't be long. She needed an infusion of caffeine to get her blood moving.
She hadn't bought a robe, mostly because she didn't wear one and it didn't come to mind. Could she go downstairs and see if there was coffee in her pajamas? She really didn't want to insult Mrs. Landon.
In the end, the lure of coffee was stronger than her need to worry about her nightclothes.
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