I feel to sleep in the cup of Collin’s shoulder against his bicep. When I woke up, he was gone. I looked at a square shaped golden framed clock above a fireplace. It was beautiful. I stood to see who made it and noticed the signature was Howard Miller Thomas. I wonder if Collin likes clocks and watches as much as I do. His Patek Phillipe, and now the Thomas seem to support that theory.
It was past midday. No wonder he was not in the bed. I was thankful he had let me slept. I think it was the first time I had slept that well all week and I knew right away it was because of the way I felt in his arms.
I found my dress hanging on the edge of the bed. I put it on and made myself back to my room. Lucifer was curled up on my bed. How was that dog now here in Washington? I thought she w
