Elena woke up the next morning dazed. She felt more tired waking up than she did going to sleep.
So it took Elena a moment to realize she hadn't woken up in her own bed. That she had, in fact, slept over in Massimo's guest room. The same guest room she had borrowed after her first mafia mission went sideways.
"Wait," Elena muttered, still waking up, "that means I didn't imagine last night. I really did run into Massimo!"
Elena replayed last night's events in her mind. She hadn't crossed any lines or done anything wrong, had she?
But her memories weren't the clearest. She recalled chiding her boss over his behavior, but not much else.
Had he really gotten too close? Or had Elena's heightened adrenaline just made her feel he was crossing lines left and right?
Elena decided to split th
