When Amelia woke up the next day, Clay had already left.
Blackwood entered with a message that left her blinking in disbelief. "Mrs. Kingsley, Mr. Kingsley has said you can sleep in his bed from now on."
"What?"
Amelia propped herself up, touching her throbbing head, suddenly aware that she had indeed spent the night in Clay's bed.
She turned her head and noticed that the foldout bed that used to be in the corner was gone.
Confusion washed over her. She thought she had unintentionally offended Clay yesterday,
Why was he suddenly so nice to her?
"But why would he suddenly..." Amelia started, only to be cut off by Blackwood's polite interjection.
"Mrs. Kingsley, if you delay breakfast any longer, you may find yourself running late."
"Oh! You're right!" Amelia exclaimed, springing fr
