It was ten in the morning and George still wasn’t up.
That alone told me how much yesterday tired him. He was incapable of sleeping past six. Crazy man.
I rocked my head from side to side. If I had any idea exactly what he was doing last night, I’d go into his office and finish it. As it was, I had no idea, so all I can was sit there like a freaking orange waiting to be juiced.
I couldn’t read because my concentration wouldn’t last beyond a page. I had done my Candy Crush and Coin Dozer thing, and if I saw one more whining status post on Facebook, I’ll do one of my own.
The sound of a phone ringing in his office cut through the silence, and I paused. Oh hell.
I jumped down and ran into the room, barely blinking at the name on screen before answering. “Hello?”
“Hello? Gi
