Ten o’clock. She hoped whoever was knocking had coffee and lots of it. Her stomach growled. Ditto for food. As she climbed out of the tangled covers, she realized she was fully dressed. The night before came rushing back to her. She’d fallen asleep on Sean? Absolutely classic. She hesitated, wondering who was on the other side of her door. Was it her mother or Sean? Her cheeks heated. Had he left angry? She brushed her bangs out of her eyes and opened the door. Sean stood waiting in the hall and he was smiling. She covered her relief with the first thing that came into her head. “Why is it I always wake up hungry when I stuff myself at dinner?” He stepped into her room. “I don’t know, but I was starving too. I have croissants and cappuccino.” His eyes held a memory. Did he mean to finish what they had begun last night? Her heart did a lazy somersault in her chest. He set the tray on the desk.
