Deirdre rolled over when she heard her phone buzz against the nightstand. She was awake anyway, and had been for about an hour. Just because she picked up her phone didn’t mean she had to get out of bed.
Thinking about you this morning, Wyatt had sent. Are you okay?
Deirdre sighed as she looked up at the ceiling. The phone dropped to her chest, and she ma…
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