A moment later, I hear the murmur of voices – Locke’s deep rumble and Jade's bright, familiar tone – followed by the thump of something heavy being set down on the floor.
The bedroom door swings wider, and Locke steps back into the room. A rare, genuinely amused glint shines in his eyes as he looks down at me.
"Zara," he says, stepping back over to the side of the bed. "I think Jade's planning on setting up a field hospital in our living room. She came out of that elevator carrying three separate duffel bags and a massive red cooler."
A wet, breathless laugh bubbles up from my throat, catching me off guard despite the nausea. "A cooler?"
"A cooler," Locke confirms with a smirk. "I'm pretty sure she bought out every store between here and her place. I think there's enough ginger ale and
