Monday Afternoon
One chapter finished.
Three more boxes unpacked.
And only approximately nine hundred and seventy-two left to go.
Okay, that might've been an exaggeration.
Might've.
I leaned back in my office chair, stretching until my spine made a noise no forty-year-old woman should ever hear coming from her own body.
"Jesus Christ."
Pink lifted her head from the rug.
"Don't look at me like that. You're the one who gets to sleep eighteen hours a day."
She yawned.
"Exactly. Must be nice."
Despite the morning's unexpected excitement, I'd finished editing my latest chapter.
Finding Maddox beside the trash cans, meeting Riot, and witnessing the world's most spectacular babysitting failure hadn't exactly been on my schedule.
But I'd managed to get some work done.
And I had an h
