Emma
It’s a Saturday morning, and the relentless beeping of my phone pulls me out of sleep. I groan audible, still with groggy eyes. And stretch one arm over the mattress until my fingers meet with the device.
As soon as I look at the screen, I spring up, eyes wide.
I blink a few times, to be sure I’m not asleep.
A credit alert stares back at me, my first paycheck. I scroll down quickly, heart thudding.
No, I didn’t ask anyone for money. This is real. One month as Knox’s executive assistant and the money has finally landed.
A long breath escapes me. Relief washes over my chest like cool water.
With everything that’s been going on between Knox and me, I’d forgotten all about the paycheck. Now there’s something solid to fall back on.
Excitement bubbles up. I drop the phone onto th
