Chapter Seventeen
The phone was ringing. Sara reached over, and there was Devon beside her, the back of his hand resting over his eyes. He didn’t move, so she reached over him for the phone by the bed. The clock read 9:08, and morning light filled the bedroom.
“Hello…?” Sara’s voice was groggy. Devon rumbled and stirred under her, and his hand slid over her back as she sat up.
“You’re still sleeping?”
It took her a moment to realize it was Gabriel. She put her bare feet on the new carpet in their bedroom, wearing just a tank and her underwear, and strode out as Devon rolled over and went back to sleep.
“Yeah, it’s called being sleep deprived,” she said.
What time had they gotten home? Right, at dinner time the day before, on what was meant to have been her wedding day.
“Well, get up
