After flopping back onto the bed she took a moment to assess her surroundings. Remembering where she was, she groaned and crawled out of bed, wrapping her satin robe around her as she stumbled to the bathroom. Even after years of early training sessions she was not a morning person by any stretch of the imagination, and the thought of having to be chipper on the air at seven was not a happy one. She hadn’t been able to fall asleep until after midnight, so she was working on barely four hours of sleep, since it was currently four-thirty in the morning. She would be lucky to make it through the round of interviews today awake, much less coherent. Turning on the water full-blast, she stepped under the spray. After cleansing quickly and washing her hair, she stepped out, dried off, dressed, pulled her hair into a quick bun, and was just tucking her room key in her purse when a knock sounded at the door. Brows knitting together, she went to the peephole and looked out. Brady stood on the other side, looking entirely too upright and cheerful for this early.
