Hanna sighed in relief. "Thank God, I was hoping you were going to say that. I'd probably end up falling asleep on the way back." She kicked off her shoes. They went straight across the room. She also tore her leather jacket off and threw that on the chair by the door. She'd crash in whatever clothes she had on then. She usually did anyway. Then in the middle of the night she'd wake up, strip down, and crawl back into bed. It was her own messed routine.