When the alarm woke me the next morning, my first thought was that I was thankful it was Friday. I was ready for the weekend so I could sleep in. Then I remembered what was happening today, and I had to fight not to cringe. The countdown to my parents’ arrival had begun. Sandwiched between Chuck and Chad, I rolled over and groaned into my pillow. I heard an answering chuckle from somewhere near the edge of the mattress and glanced over to see Charles propped on his elbow. There was no telling when he’d gotten home and slipped into bed last night, but he was smiling at me over Chad’s shoulder now. “Don’t want to get up?” He kept his voice low and teasing. I made a grumpy sound. “Isn’t it Saturday yet?” “Hush. Don’t wish the day away. There’s too much to do and too little time as it is.” “Don’t use logic on me. It’s too early.” Pushing up, I swept my mussed hair back from my face while Chad roused beside me. Chad’s sleepy grin made my heart turn over. You would have thought I was the dawning sun the way he looked at me with such soft, green eyes.
