Chapter 12

After a day of fussing, Shawn's grandfather was declared out of danger by his doctors, who stated that he wouldn't be able to speak to anyone else until he was out of the ICU. After a day of worrying, he drove Catherine home but was too tired to drive back to the hospital, so he decided to rest at her small apartment.

The next morning

Knock. Knock.

The last pound on the door jolts Catherine upright. She squinted and shielded her eyes from the beams of light streaking across the room. What the hell?

It’s daylight now. Her mouth was parched; a cold taste was thick on her tongue. She didn't remember falling asleep. On a yawn, she stretched her limbs, feeling the muscles release. Then another sound stopped her heart.

Snoring.

The fuck? Shawn Richmond? Sprawled out on his stomach, her secret husband lies shirtless and in only his boxers.

"Hey! Catherine, open the door! This is my room!" Dave, her brother, screamed. More knocking. Pounding.

Shit. Dave’s home.

"Mr. Richmond, get up."