CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The unfamiliar clock shrieking loudly not far from his ear resulted in a startled Donny bolting upright in bed at six a.m. His abrupt movements shook and woke Lizzie.
"I'm guessing the alarm went off," she murmured as she yawned and stretched, then smiled when her fiancé turned to her with a scowl and nodded his head.
He reached for the little notepad and pen that he'd left on the nightstand, wrote that thing's volume must have been turned all the way up, too, and showed it to her.
She laughed, sat up, then leaned over and kissed him.
"Come on, grumpy. Let's take a shower and then go find breakfast."
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In his hospital room, Pete Jenkins was already wide awake. The thoughts bombarding his brain had chased away any hope of rest.
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