Grayson’s POV
The shrill ringing of my phone jars me from sleep. Groaning, I fumble around, trying to find the damn thing. When I finally manage to grab it, I press it to my ear, still half-asleep. “Yeah?” I glance around, blinking against the light filtering in. The sun is up. s**t.
“You’re asleep?” Zade’s voice cuts through my haze, sharp and suspicious.
“I was. I’ll get ready and head into work now,” I mumble, realizing I wasn’t supposed to sleep in. My mind’s still sluggish, but something feels off.
“Gray, if you’re still in bed, then who the hell set off the alarm for my safe? It’s open!” Zade’s voice rises, each word laced with anger.
My blood runs cold, and I instinctively glance to my side. s**t. Sammi.
I bolt out of bed, adrenaline kicking in. “I don’t know who it is,” I say
