The neon blue numbers on the alarm clock read 12:33. She squinted, adjusting her eyes to the darkness in the room before grabbing her cell phone. Princeton was calling. Mia shook Jay and pushed him over on his side to try and silence his obscene snoring. When that didn’t work, she jumped out of bed and tipped downstairs, answering the phone as she descended. “Hello,” Mia said, trying to sound extra sleepy. “Did I wake you?” Princeton asked in his baritone voice. “Yes. I’ve got to get out early tomorrow morning. I have a lot of business to take care of. How about I give you a call in the morning?” “Fortunately, that won’t be necessary. I just got off the plane, and I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.” Mia’s eyes stretched wide and anger burned inside. “Princeton, I told you I have a lot of things to take care of in the morning.
