Chapter Three
I’m not an instantly alert person in the morning. My alarm goes off at 6:30AM every workday and the sequence goes like this: blindly fumble to the dresser to shut it off, turn on one bedside lamp, cringe at the light, rub my eyes, and shuffle half-asleep to the bathroom.
So, because I wasn’t awake, it took getting back to my room after showering to remember I had a guest on my couch. Who might’ve just seen me walk by in a towel!
I peeked into the dark living room. Patrick faced away from me. His breathing was even. His glasses were on the coffee table. Thank God.
Thank GodQuietly shutting the door, I got dressed, and then snuck back to the bathroom to blow dry my hair and put on make-up. I’d have to turn on the kitchen light to make tea, but hopefully he’d sleep through t
