Harper’s POV
A ray of sunlight peeks through the blinds, pulling me from my deep slumber. As I sit up to stretch, I spot a tray sitting on my bedside table. The tray is filled with an array of breakfast items: pancakes, scones, scrambled eggs, fresh fruits, juice, water, and a folded note.
Take the day off. Rest. – Cade
I grab my phone to check the time. It’s already 10:00 a.m.
“Ugh. I wish I could afford to take a day off,” I groan as my empty stomach grumbles in agreement.
Reminded that I haven’t eaten since yesterday’s breakfast, I dig into the spread Cade left for me. I start with the buttery short stack of pancakes, practically inhaling them. I’m surprised he would do something this thoughtful for me after our standoff last night, but then I remember the stakes. This isn’t just a
