Page 186 of Flipping His Script
The phone's battery had died while I'd been asleep.
And how long ago was that exactly?
I had no idea.
It's not like there was another clock in the room. I lay back on the bed and listened for other sounds in the house but heard absolutely nothing. No voices. No laughter. No Flynn.
My heart ached at the memory of how awful our outing had ended and how stupidly I'd handled the whole situation.
Heat flooded my face as I recalled that I'd practically screamed at him – in public, no less.
That wasn't me. And I didn't want it to be me either. I flopped over and groaned into my pillow.
I'd need to apologize – and not because he was my employer, but rather because it was the decent thing to do.
And while I was at it, I decided, I'd find a way to better explain why I'd been so upset in the first place.
That settled, I realized something else.
I was absolutely starving.
I tried to think. How long had it been since I'd eaten? I couldn't say for sure, but a rumble in my stomach informed me that it had surely been a while.
I sat up in the bed and peered through the darkness. It was the middle of the night, and I knew I was a mess. On the upside, this was the perfect time to stage a quick kitchen raid and skulk back into the bedroom without being seen – by Flynnorhis surprise guest.
Unfortunately, my plan didn't work out quite the way I'd intended.
