The next morning, I woke up before my alarm even had the chance to go off. I guess I'd finally adjusted to my new life—my body clock now ticking in sync with a maid's routine.
I headed for the kitchen, ready to help with breakfast, but Lucy stopped me in my tracks. "Dylan told me last night that your only job this morning is to feed Charlie."
I hesitated. "But shouldn't I be taking orders from Lena? And Charlie's Dylan's dog."
I wasn't exactly thrilled about handling anything that belonged to Dylan. Sure, I'd been bold enough to mess up his sneakers last night, but that was just money. Charlie, on the other hand, was a living, breathing creature—a huge one at that—and I had no idea if he'd even want me near him.
"Mrs. Adams didn't assign you anything specific," Lucy said, sounding torn
