Chapter 18
EMILY
Saturday morning
I never imagined it would be this hard to be professional.
But as is the case with everything involving Sevin Smith, it’s turning out to be a hell of a lot more difficult than I thought.
Adrenaline levels through the roof, I pay the hotel sitter the second I’m back in the suite, practically chasing the woman out of the door.
After scrambling out of the hotel gym like a sixteen-year old caught with her boyfriend in her room, it takes me three cold showers before I calm down.
Not to mention one glass of coffee, a s**t-ton of Sheryl Crow playing in the background and one pillow to scream into to get my rage out.
And this is all before Charlie even opens her eyes.
The bouncing ball of energy is still asleep after our late-night unexpected game of Hide
