~Vivian~
I was having a nice dream about being on a beach somewhere far away when someone started banging on the front door.
My eyes flew open and I groaned into the pillow. The clock on the nightstand said 7:04 a.m.
"What the hell," I muttered, throwing off the covers.
I heard Tasha shuffling to the door and muffled voices in the living room. Then footsteps. Then my bedroom door swung open.
Damien stood in the doorway looking like he owned the place.
"Good morning, gorgeous," he said. "Time to get up."
I grabbed the pillow and threw it at him. "Get out!"
He caught it easily and tossed it back onto the bed. "I brought a moving crew. We're on a schedule."
"A schedule?" I sat up and stared at him. "It's seven in the morning, Damien. On a Saturday."
"The earlier we start, the sooner
