Chapter Twelve
Angela woke out of a dreamless sleep, taking a minute to re-orient herself. She lay on her belly, sprawled across the top of the bed in a tangle of sheets and blankets.
She was alone.
Two notes lay on the bedside tables, both with different writing styles. Jake's letter informed her lunch was already waiting for her in the kitchen, bagged and ready to go. Hunter's noted he'd be at practice until seven that evening and commented on the night's activities with a smiley face, large and winking at her.
She rolled onto her back with a groan before heading for the shower.
It was as if she'd been away from her office for a month, coming in and seeing everything through a different lens. The job offer of her dreams had a way of doing that, she mused.
The waiting voicemails and
