Chapter 17
Cami woke to the smell of seafood wafting through her living room. Her eyes popped open, and she shot up, looking around while she tried to get her bearings.
“Look who decided to wake up.” Enzo’s voice floated out of the kitchen, warm and crisp—the complete opposite of the gruff, aroused voice he had in her dream.
“I must’ve fallen asleep,” she said. “What time is it?” She ran a hand through her hair in case she had couch hair.
“Five o’clock.”
Her jaw dropped open. “In the afternoon?”
“Well, it’s definitely not morning.”
She managed to sleep the entire day away. How did she let that happen? She could have finalized the design for her mugs, called her mom to see if the landscaper came, folded her…
“Did you fold my towels?” she asked.
Enzo stepped out of the kitchen, a di
