27 Leah
The Next Morning . . .
Leah was standing in the bathroom mirror, brushing her hair back into a neat ponytail when she suddenly heard Jace rustling in the other room. When his groggy voice called out to her, she went to the bedroom where he was.
His sleepy eyes were on fire as he looked up at her. “Leah! Get this s**t off me! NOW!” His left arm was handcuffed to the bedpost, causing him to cuss each time he tried to break free. “Leah, why the f**k would you cuff me?!” Jace started kicking and throwing his body around. “Unlock this s**t, man!”
Leah watched him as she spoke. She casually asked, “Guess what?”
Jace’s body was still twisting and turning. “Leah, unlock this!”
“I said,” she screamed out, “GUESS-WHAT?!”
Jace stopped fighting long enough to take a few quick breaths an
