KATHRYN
“Make it stop!”
Matthew groans as my phone rings somewhere in the room. After untangling myself from him, I slip off the bed and find it by the bathroom door next to his pants and shoes.
“Dad?” I push rogue strands off my face.
“Kitty! I thought I’d get your voicemail but since I caught you, can you and your friends do breakfast? On me of course.”
“Uhm…”
The clock on the nightstand is flashing 6:37am in red, which means we literally went to bed 3hours ago.
“How’s coffee at the airport? We had a late night.”
I look at Matthew laying on his stomach clearly not ready to wake up. I know Victoria and Mark are passed out on the floor in our suite and Jack is laying in Mark’s bathtub in the other room so no one is up at the moment.
Including me.
“It’s perfect, text me the
