Chapter Seven
Brady blinked awake, hearing his phone ringing from where he’d apparently fallen asleep on the sofa. He tossed the blanket aside in the now freezing apartment. The sun was coming up, and he could see his breath fog in the air.
“Cassie!” he called out, but he heard nothing other than silence in the apartment as he reached for his cell phone on the back of the sofa. “Hello?” He pressed his hand to his face.
“Hey, heard about last night from Marcus,” Owen said.
Brady didn’t even know what time it was. He walked over to the window to close it. “I must have fallen asleep. What time is it?” he said, feeling the tiredness in his voice as he walked into the bedroom, expecting to see Cassie in bed but finding it unmade and empty, exactly how it had looked since yesterday.
“Seven
