No nightmares, no visions, but the diagram sitting on my night table weighed heavy. Well, not the diagram per se. It was really more about explaining my clandestine B and E to Violet and Adam that weighed. And the diagram was evidence, illegal evidence, but still not something I could hide.And then there was the fight with Mitch.It wasn’t that I intended to spend the morning hiding in bed, but after my pre-dawn wake up, I went back to bed and buried under the covers, ignoring the blast of the alarm when it went off several hours later. No clients were scheduled, so why not pamper myself with a lazy morning?An excellent plan, until someone pounded on my front door. For a solid five minutes.I fumbled into my robe and worked up a good rant to toss at Violet. Who else would be stubborn enough to wait me out when it was obvious I didn’t want company?Mitchell Hunt stood on my porch with a brightly colored bunch of gerbera daisies in one hand and a tray with two Starbucks cups in the other.
