When Zach woke the next morning, he didn’t know what mood Brandi would be in. He tiptoed around not hearing her moving in her room. When it was almost time to go, he knocked on her bedroom door. “Brandi?”

“Yeah?”

She sounded half asleep. Was she sick? Yesterday had been an emotional day for both of them, but he hoped she would feel better about his revelations today. “Can I open the door?”

She mumbled something and he took that for a yes. Opening the door slowly, he peeked around it. Sun filtered through the blinds onto the bed where Brandi lay. The covers were rumpled and only her head stuck out from under them. She snaked out her arm and rubbed her, yes, a yawn opening her mouth.

She looked like a sleepy kitten. Her hair stuck out at odd angles and she didn’t look ready for work at all. “You okay?”

“I guess I overslept,” she said, no rancor in her voice.

“I can send the car back to get you if you’d like.”

She didn’t rise, just looked at him. “I’m taking the day off.”