Sophia
“You can have six rooms, if you want. Should I book it under your name? Will they be flying in with you or checking in on their own?”
Scarlett had sent me an email asking to book a second room for her upcoming trip. So I’d picked up the phone to respond since I was wide awake anyway.
“I’m not sure yet. But if you could book the room under Thomason, that would be brilliant.”
“No problem.”
“Isn’t it the middle of the night there? It’s just seven in the morning here, so it’s, what…two in New York?”
I sighed. “Yeah. I couldn’t fall asleep, so I figured I’d catch up on my emails.”
“Jet lag?”
“Not really.”
“Don’t tell me you’re losing sleep over that sloth, Liam.”
“No, that’s not it.”
“So what’s keeping you from getting the proper amount of beauty rest, then?”
I hadn’t called
