8
“Wyatt?”
His eyes popped open and he sat up to the sound of his name. Nancy was kneeling next to him, and she had a hand on his shoulder.
“Sorry, I got a call this morning. They need me to look at a few things in the office.”
“Oh, right.” He rubbed his eyes and checked his watch. It was a little after seven, which was earlier than he usually liked to rise on a Sunday.
Nancy was fully dressed, complete with owl earrings. No sign of her loopy distress from the night before. He almost asked if it was a normal occurrence, but oddly, discussing her sleep habits felt more intimate than the s*x they’d had.
“I’ll head out then,” he said stifling a yawn with the back of his hand.
“No, it’s fine. Make yourself breakfast or whatever, I can leave my key.”
But he hopped up anyways and stretch
