Saturday morning Shea awoke to a multitude of noises and voices drifting in through the open glass door. Rolling over, she realized Cruz was no longer in bed with her. In fact, if the coolness of the sheet was any indication, he'd been gone for some time. Sitting up and pulling the sheet with her, she spotted a note on the bedside table.
Mi amor,
Supervising party preparations. Coffee is made in the kitchen. Safina will fix you whatever you'd like for breakfast. Or lunch if you sleep that late. Take your time and relax.
Cruz
The party. Of course. The excuse for getting her to spend the weekend.
She yawned, then crawled out of bed, wrapping the sheet around herself. She closed the sliding door and pulled the blinds shut. Cruz had insisted she unpack her suitcase, so she grabbed some cl
