Chapter Three
AIMEE WOKE UP, the weight of Clint’s arm across her stomach. A quick glance at the window let her know it was still night; she hadn’t overslept. She turned and kissed Clint’s nose. “It’s time for me to go home.”
He pulled her closer to him, his arm a tight grip around her waist. “Why? Just stay here. We’ll call it Sleep-in Saturday.”
She smiled at his groggy voice. “You know we can’t do that. Abigail will catch us, remember? We don’t need that.”
He didn’t let go of her, however. “Who says? She’s going to find out about us sooner or later. I mean, I highly doubt she hasn’t noticed us spending so much time together. She’s a smart one, that girl of mine.”
“Yeah, but with everything that’s happening, do you think that’s wise? It might just confuse her even more.”
He finally
