12 Wanted by the billionaire

A pounding headache hammered me awake. A glance at the bedside clock told me it was only 10:05pm. I'd been asleep for only three hours.

After coming to a solid decision to forget Josh even existed, I’d switched off my cell phone, repeated my proverbs, and went immediately to bed. Now three hours later I was awake.

I let out a frustrated growl. If I stayed awake, I'd start thinking about him. I didn’t want to think about him. I needed to sleep, and forget.

Rolling out of bed, I opened my nightstand drawer and took out a packet of Tylenol PM. A trip to the kitchen had me downing the pills with a glass of water, before shuffling back to bed.

Thirty minutes tops before these babies kicked in. Which left my mind wide and vulnerable for thoughts of Josh to sneak in.

Had he reached his destination safely? Was he okay? Did he miss me?

Sighing, I reached for my Blackberry and switched it on. I had ten missed calls: two from Julia, eight from Josh. Three text messages and one email, all from