Book 4: Chapter 22

A hand on my shoulder gave me a gentle shake all too soon. I groaned and batted at it wanting to rip it apart if it touched me again. A deep chuckle startled me out of my sleep, and I jerked upright, trying to remember who I had let in my bed.

Instead of some stranger, I met Kevin’s amused brown eyes.

“Alyssa hates being woken up early in the morning as well. But I got a phone call a bit ago from your friend Lori saying you were late to work. Didn’t think you’d want to miss it entirely,” he told me with a half-grin.

“SHIT!” I exclaimed and scrambled off the bed. “Clothes! Where’re my clothes?”

With another amused chuckle, he plopped a pile of clothes on the bed and then left quickly. I grabbed the clothes and made a speed record for getting ready. It registered vaguely, that I was dressing in Alyssa’s scrubs instead of my own. They were a bit baggy on me, but I was grateful that I was not forced to wear the dress they had brought me home in. I was happy that