EMILY GRAYSON'S The next morning, I woke slowly. Not because of an alarm, but the sunlight—warm sunlight spilling through the bedroom windows. For a moment, I lay there blinking at the ceiling, confused. Then I remembered: my birthday, the party, Santorini. A smile immediately pulled at my lips until I reached across the bed. Empty. I frowned; the other side was cold. Of course, Alex was already awake. I sat up, stretching before glancing at the clock. Ten thirty. That alone was enough to shock me; I never slept this late. A folded note resting on the pillow beside me caught my attention. Immediately suspicious, I picked it up. The moment I recognized Alex's handwriting, I smiled. “Good morning, love. Before you accuse me of abandoning you, I'm downstairs handling something for thirty minutes. I made breakfast. It's waiting for you. Eat. That wasn't a suggestion. —Alex”I laughed. Of course, he had left instructions. The man genuinely believed I needed supervision twenty-four hours
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