The alarm blared loudly, like an angry mother-in-law, waking Evelyn from her deep sleep.
Her eyes fluttered open to darkness. The curtains remained drawn, and the room was heavy with night.
Perfect. The world's still asleep. Which means she should be, too.
But the alarm refused to give in, buzzing and screeching as if it had a personal grudge.
She sighed and stretched her stiff arm to the nightstand, grabbing her phone and nearly knocking over the lamp.
After turning off the alarm, for a glorious second, she thought she might drift back into sleep. However, Axel Knight's presence suddenly fills her thoughts.
Evelyn massaged her forehead in frustration. 'Of course.' The man haunted her even before sunrise.
She had told him last night he could come for breakfast, and now she was trapped by her own words.
It wasn't like she could cancel on him. What was she going to say?
