Chapter Eight
A heavy weight on my chest startled me awake. Sunlight streamed through my windows, and I realized I hadn’t set my alarm the night before. Shoving the twenty-five pound Ferdie off of me, I scrambled out of bed. “Crud! I’m going to be late for work!” I grabbed my cell phone and dialed Wade’s number. “Wade. It’s Phee. I overslept, so I’ll be a few minutes late this morning.”
“ For what?” Wade asked.
“ For work,” I snapped. I was trying to tug pants on one-handed and wasn’t in the mood for jokes. Then it hit me. “It’s Wednesday, isn’t it?”
“ All day long, boss,” Wade chuckled. “You forgot you were working Saturday, didn’t you?”
“ Yep,” I said. “Tell Juls I’m sorry I missed yoga. I had a late night visitor last night who ended up staying the night.”
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