The next morning I wake up tired again, a normal body reaction given how Leilani and I spent the entire night discussing business and contacting our teams to tweak our schedules for the meeting we're going to have later today. I groan, rising from the bed.
So tired. I want to skip the gym.
But that would mean skipping another chance to spend an intimate morning with Leilani, and I can't have that happening. Ruffling her side of the bed, I'm shocked to see it empty. It's cold. She must have left a long time ago, and there's no humming or the sound of water splashing coming from the shower to hint at her taking a bath.
My heart thuds hard in my chest as I yank the duvet covering my body away, rushing out of the room, downstairs. She can't have left the house without telling me again could she? I didn't do anything to make her mad, and we even spent the entire night laughing and doing business better than some power couples I know.
She can't have…
