Thirteen
Trixie
Although I was running on a few hours’ sleep, I’d woken up feeling surprisingly refreshed and happy.
Wes was already gone, having woken me briefly to say goodbye, so I’d gotten up, snooped around his room just a little, then left the room in search of coffee.
Now, I didn’t like ransack his room or anything, or go through his private things, but as a curious person by nature, and reporter by profession, I couldn’t help but open a couple cabinets and drawers and leisurely look around his room.
I was happy to report no red flags were found … no drugs, weapons, or shoebox full of hair. Just your normal single guys stuff.
Although the stack of eighties teen comedies in his closet did give me a chuckle.
Luckily, the guys had a Keurig on their kitchen counter, so I was able
