I DON’T KNOW WHAT TIME I fell asleep, but I woke up to the sun penetrating the window. Turning on my side, I reach for my phone on the nightstand. It’s after nine. I don’t recall ever waking this early.
Getting out of bed. I hear talking in the hallway.
“Mom, I know you want everyone for breakfast, but he’s a guest. Let him sleep,” Zoey says. “I’m sure he’ll be down when he’s ready.”
“Ok, fine. I’ll just put the food in the warmer for when he comes down,” her mother replies.
It wouldn’t surprise me if Zoey’s crossing her fingers, hoping that I sleep in until breakfast is over. Not a chance, Zoey. I’m about to make breakfast very uncomfortable for you.
I can’t help grinning as I haul on a fresh t-shirt and a pair of jeans. I don’t bother combing my hair. It will just stay ruffled, anyw
