"I know there's a lot of details."

She rubs the back of her neck, her breath catching at the degree of tension her fingers find.

"We'll have to talk to Demeter and Katherine before anything's concrete."

She pauses, studying Bill's worn, haggard profile.

"We probably shouldn't go back to Wheelsy right now -- you can't show up at work while you're still recovering, sweetheart."

Her hand slides up her nape, and she runs her fingertips through her tousled hair, thinking.

"But we could go to L.A."