I rolled over and squinted my eyes at the clock. It was almost noon and I was still in bed. I pressed the heels of my palms into my sleep-clouded eyes and, after some mental demurring, sat up. And then I remembered the previous night.
Was I crazy? Did I actually have s*x with Reese Garrett in the storeroom of her f*****g coffee shop? Yes, yes I did. I chuckled to myself, feeling my cheeks blaze even while I sat alone in my bedroom. I plucked my phone from my charger and went about waking up.
When I reached the kitchen, my mother was hastily making my brother lunch and she looked up at me with relief. “Oh, good I was just about to wake you. I hate to do this, but Max is stuck on duty and I have an emergency case again. I have to go in. I’m sorry honey, but I’m going to have to take you up
