Christian's knocking woke me up at an hour that should be illegal.
"Sophie. Training. Now."
I cracked one eye open. It's still dark outside. "What time is it?"
"Five AM. Get dressed."
"I hate you."
"You can hate me later. Connor agreed to private sessions. We're not wasting them."
I dragged myself out of bed, my body still sore from yesterday's regular training. The anonymous note was still under my pillow, burning a hole in my consciousness, but I couldn't think about that now.
Christian was standing in my doorway when I opened it, and—
Holy s**t.
He was in training gear. Tight training gear. The kind that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
"You good?" His eyebrow arched.
"Yep. Totally. Very good." I was not good. I was having thoughts that were
