It was still early, not quite ten in the morning. Sunlight streaked through the blinds, landing across the sheets in bright stripes of light. Another cloudless day with ninety degree temps. It was hot, but not nearly as hot as some of the places he’d been in his Seal career. Shaking off his military memories, Chase glanced down at Allie. She slept next to him. Lying on her side, she faced away from him toward the bathroom. At some point, she’d kicked the covers off, and Chase realized he’d forgotten to remove her shoes. She’d been so upset, he hadn’t even thought about it. She’d needed that cry, though. After seeing what she had, the last thing she needed to do was bury it. Even in sleep, she’d continued to softly cry for most of the night. She’d had a rough day and probably from her drunken entrance, a rough night as well. He sighed and rubbed his hand over the stubble covering his chin. They needed to talk. She needed to know what was going on and why they were truly here.
