Sunlight slipped through the heavy curtains of the suite, warming Kate's face. She blinked slowly, stretched under the sheets, and when she turned, she realized the space beside her was empty.

"Where are you now, idiot?"

She got up, checked the bathroom, then the rest of the suite. There was nothing. Until she turned and saw it: a perfectly arranged breakfast on the coffee table, and on top of the plate, a note in Grayson's unmistakable handwriting.

[Went out to take care of a few things, sleepyhead. PS: Don't play innocent… yes, you slept on top of me. My back's killing me, but it was adorable.]

Kate's eyes flew open.

"What—?!" she sputtered, face burning. "Idiot! I did not sleep on you… did I?"

She pressed the note to her chest for a second, then shook her head and tossed it back on the table.

"He's probably lying. Arrogant even when he's unconscious."

But while she poured herself a cup of coffee, butterflies kept attacking her stomach. After breakfast, she showered,