The smell of sizzling butter and something sweet drifted through the crack beneath the guestroom door.
Then the voices followed.
It was Genevieve’s laughter and Adrian’s deeper tone. They were murmuring something I couldn’t catch. Then came the unmistakable sound of dishes clinking and the hum of low music playing in the background.
My stomach turned.
I pressed my hand to my chest, grounding myself. The room was still dark because the curtains were drawn tight. Adrian wouldn’t want Gen to think someone’s in the room, but I could tell it was morning. Sweet Saturday morning.
I slept really well last night. If there was anything other than slept like a baby, I’d use that, but for now, I’ll be sticking to slept like a baby.
Adrian whispered to my ear that he was going to make me ha
