Faith's Pov
I agreed to give this man a chance at proving himself, but not to torture me. That’s why I couldn’t understand why he woke me up yet again. This time, though, it was to take me to town. The sun was barely peeking over the horizon, painting the sky in soft shades of pink and orange. My eyes felt heavy, and the early morning chill seeped through my thin nightgown.
“And we couldn’t do this after eight?” I asked him, my voice thick with sleep and annoyance. He was having the time of his life, laughing at my discomfort.
“Stop throwing a tantrum because it’s a surprise,” he said, his tone light and teasing. Clearly, we had two different ideas of what a surprise should look like. My idea of a surprise involved a warm bed and maybe breakfast in bed, not being dragged out into the
