Adrian's POV
The shrill ringing of my phone jolted me from the shallow pit of sleep. My hand shot out, fumbling clumsily toward the sound and in the process, I rolled off the sofa and landed with a dull thud against the hard floor.
It was only when I pushed myself up, groaning, that I realized where I had drifted off. Not the bed of the company's private suite I had crept into last night, but this lumpy sofa tucked against the wall. Honestly, I hadn't planned for this to be my resting place. But with the two men who had been trailing me for reasons I knew not, lurking too close for comfort, I had no choice but to sneak here and collapse.
My phone buzzed again from the table. Rubbing my temple, I snatched it up and the caller ID made me blink. Nanny Brielle? At this hour? Before I could question it, the phone rang once more. With a lazy swipe of my thumb, I answered.
"Good morning, Nanny Brielle," I mumbled, my voice heavy with sleep.
