7
Dillon
I woke up feeling refreshed.
A night of great s*x and sleeping in your own bed will do that to you.
Luckily, Karen, the woman whose hotel room I’d gone to the night before, had an early flight, so there was no awkward morning after. Just, thanks for a good time and have a safe flight, then I went home and crashed.
I’d slept in later than usual, but hell, it was Saturday, and after being on the road, I deserved it. Plus, I didn’t have to be anywhere until lunch at Gabe and Zoey’s, so I’d allowed myself a rare morning of sleeping in.
Normally I was up at five to hit the gym, grab breakfast, and get to the office. And on the weekends, I was usually still up by six to hit the gym and grab breakfast, sometimes heading into the office, but more often than not, doing something with
