I woke up the next morning with the kind of dread that made my stomach feel like it was filled with wet cement. Between Mom and Aunt Liv showing up unannounced, Mr Knight texting during dinner, and Daniel's completely ill-timed, I'd barely slept.
My brain kept replaying the chaos, and every replay made me want to crawl under the blankets and pretend I didn't exist.
Except I couldn't.
Because I had work.
And Mr Knight would kill me if I was late. Not literally...he wasn't a monster...but the man had a talent for making lateness feel like a federal crime.
And today, of all days, I needed to keep my head down, act normal, and avoid accidentally thinking about the accidental kiss long enough to do my job.
I threw the blankets off, shot out of bed, and started panic-getting-ready at lightning speed. Jeans. Sweater. Hair in a bun. Chapstick. Bag. Keys. I could smell coffee brewing in the kitchen...Katie must've gotten up early.
