Olivia's POV
I woke up that morning and made my way to the living room as I stretched my body. Brian was in the living room, getting ready to leave for work.
“You're not waiting for breakfast?” I raised my eyebrows at him.
“I can't. I'm meeting a client this morning and she's extra cranky.” He scrunched his face. “I don't want to keep her waiting.”
“Okay.” I nodded.
"I brought a drunk guest home last night, help me take care of him" Brian's voice filtered over as I yawned.
Blinked, hardly processing what he said. "What guest?" My words slurred, but he was already at the door, his coat slung over his arm.
"You'll see, " he said-without really answering my question at all-but gave a hasty, almost careless smile instead. "I've got to run. See you later."
And before I could get out an
