TWENTY-TWO
Either something had been lost in translation or Turner really took a promise seriously. The next day, after her shift ended at five AM, Poppy traipsed in from work exhausted only to find Turner there… asleep… in her bed.
Yes, she recalled the phone conversation on the sidewalk outside Naughtie’s about him taking a break and getting some sleep in her bed. But that was before he’d accused her of sleeping with his best friend. Before they’d concluded their timing was wrong and they had no chance of being a couple.
Getting into her bed could be his way of trying to rekindle things between them. Or it could simply be that the guy was exhausted and he didn’t want to miss the opportunity she’d offered him.
The front door was locked and Poppy knew he wouldn’t attack her. Her exhaus
