The next morning, Katherine quietly slipped out of her room, phone pressed to her ear. She halted when she saw Barnard sprawled out on the couch, asleep. For a moment, she just stared, but a knock at the door snapped her out of it.
"Morning, Kath!"
"Morning, Anthony!"
Hearing him call her Kath made her skin crawl a little, but she knew he was just being playful. She politely greeted him, though the nickname felt way too personal.
Anthony stepped inside, then froze.
There was Barnard, the big-shot CEO of Kottow Group, awkwardly crammed into a couch barely long enough to fit him.
Anthony blinked, rubbed his eyes, then blinked again just to make sure he wasn't dreaming.
Barnard cracked open an eye and grumbled, "What time is it?"
Anthony glanced at his watch. "7:15."
Barnard sat up,
