Nolan was going to be furious with her, she thought with a pang of regret. Sliding gingerly off the full-sized bed, she noted she wasn't wearing her pants and had a moment of panic again. Attempting to wrap her thoughts around anything else she might have missed about last night, she relaxed when she decided she'd remember if anything of the nature that required her undressing had occurred. Sliding her jeans back on and forgoing her sneakers, she slowly walked downstairs, not sure she was ready for the confrontation that was definitely going to happen. She found Nolan in his studio, asleep at the baby grand. He looked so peaceful and nothing like the angry man who'd confronted her at the club last night. His fingers were still splayed upon the keys, and a strand of dark thick hair fell across his face, making him seem almost boyish at that moment. He stirred, feeling a cramp in his neck from how he was sleeping, and caught Angela staring at him with a look so full of admiration it took his breath away. "Morning," he spoke quietly, giving a small smirk at being caught in this position. "Morning," she whispered back, embarrassed to be caught gawking at him, and not sure how angry he was which made her nervous. "So how much trouble am I in?" She decided it was better to get the lecture out of the way.
