And Sabrina. Sabrina had somehow ended up partially on top of the pile, her body draped across my chest alongside Cassidy's, her dark hair spilling across my face and tickling my nose.
Four girls. One bed. Zero blood flow to my extremities because they'd all decided to use me as a communal mattress.
I was going to die. I was going to die happy, but I was definitely going to die.
"Good morning."
The voice came from the doorway. Mrs. Tanaka stood there with a silver tray in her hands, her expression carefully blank in the way that suggested she was filing this image away for future reporting.
I stared at her. She stared at me. Neither of us blinked.
"Coffee," she said, setting the tray on the nearest table. "Mrs. Valentine called. She has confirmed the meeting for three o'clock. She wishes to remind you that business attire is expected."
Then she turned and walked out of the room like she hadn't just witnessed a scene that would make a romance novelist blush.
I exhaled slowly.
