My phone vibrating furiously and falling loudly on the floor woke me up. I cursed whomever was interrupting my first time sleeping late without being jet lagged in at least a month. When I picked up my phone, my irritation increased.
'Open the door,' Hannah's text demanded.
'Go away.'
'I have biscuits and gravy.' I fell out of bed, the covers twisted around my legs. I furiously kicked them off and jogged to my front door. Hannah handed me a Pyrex container as soon as I opened the door.
"Next time lead with the food," I suggested, stepping out of the way to allow her and Dean to enter.
"I shouldn't have to. I'm your baby sister."
"It's nine am on a Saturday. Lead with the food."
"Point taken." I took the casserole into my kitchen. Hannah and Dean sat on the breakfast bar stools.
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