Indy sat up, startled to find her room shadowed in black. She looked at the clock. “Shit.”
She bolted from the bed and scrambled to flip on the light. Griffin rolled over on her bed with a groan.
“Hey.” She nudged him in the ribs. “You were supposed to wake me in an hour.”
“Tried. You wouldn’t budge.” His words were little more than a murmur, and he kept his eyes closed against the glare of the overhead light.
Indy yanked her uniform from her dresser and quickly stripped. He must have been exhausted; he didn’t even peek. “You have to get up and take me to my car. I’m going to be late for work.”
“Call in sick.” He reached out and caught her wrist. “Come back to bed.”
She pulled away. “No. Get up or I’m taking your car.”
He huffed, but sat up. “Fine.” He scrubbed his hands over his fa
