Chapter twelve
Jonah
The next morning, I come downstairs to find Kaylyn sprawled out on the couch—her body tangled with the blanket, an arm and leg hanging over the edge. Chuckling at the sight, I proceed to the kitchen to round up coffee and a quick breakfast. I still wonder if I’ve had lost my mind. Whether or not putting my ass on the line to help her will be worth it. But I couldn’t come up with an alternative that will make it any easier to sleep at night.
As soon as I turn on the kitchen light, I hear Kaylyn groan. I pour a cup of coffee, then peek through the doorway to see her with the blanket pulled over her head. “You should get up if you’re going to work.”
“If?” she murmurs, with her face still nestled between the couch cushion and the blanket.
“Well, your house did catch o
