Whit's Hours Novels & Stories

Hollis laughed quietly as Whitney’s sleepy expression was replaced with one of surprise. “Now that I find hard to believe. I was for sure I’d be the one waking you up today!” She rubbed her eyes with a drawn out yawn and bumped Hollis’ hip the way she did when she was messing around. It was so unusual in fact, the dark haired girl felt like she was still dreaming. Her lover wasn’t the biggest fan of the whole early bird routine and it made perfect sense as to why. Save for the daybreak fishing trips she took with Whitney, Hollis worked until after two A.M so her idea of “morning” usually came around after noon. It was nice not having to drag her out of bed though; Especially because she was

with as much sass as possible. He snorted and said "Be ready babe, your 48 hours starts at 8 tomorrow! I hope you are all set to have a wild time" I could feel him smirking before the line got disconnected. Is it just me or is it getting hot in here? phew! I asked myself while getting out of the store and fanning my face. I couldn't stop my giddiness now. I can't wait for tomorrow!

“I owe you, Captain,” Will said. “Damn right. I’ll keep you in the loop if I find anything else.” “Thanks.” Will hung up and looked at Spencer. “Captain Damon Whitlock,” he clarified. “He’s got us some solid information.” “Good,” Spencer yawned. “What time is it?” “Five,” Will answered with a yawn of his own. “I’ve got to call Alex and Sabrina.” “Will they be awake?” “Sabrina will be. And if she’s awake, Alex will be as well.”

Eddie tapped her soldier and walked towards the door, then stopped to speak once again. "By the way, today is Friday. Am I getting that dinner we talked about last week"? Whitney's face creased in a slight playful frown and then she smiled up at him. "I am sorry boss______ I don't hang out". "W-h-i-t-n-e-y…" he muttered and then said "good night " before working out the door. Whitney slumped back into her chair and continued working on the case files of the murder of Judy Nathan. ************************************

| Whitney | Getting up before noon wasn't on the top of Whitney’s favorite to do list, but after worrying about Hollis off and on all night she’d only managed to get a whopping four consecutive hours of sleep- making it six A.M by the time she finally gave up and dragged her exhausted body into a hot shower. Leaning into the steady stream, Whitney rested her forehead against the white tiled wall, listening to Hollis’ voicemail play over and over from memory.

I paused as I gazed at her. "Whenever you are ready to talk, I am always here for you. I have got your back anytime. You have to get up now and go and start your morning chores. You are way past your waking time," I said as I got up from the bed. *********** Whitney's POV "What is the time?" I asked. "It is a couple of minutes after six." "Oh, my goodness!" I exclaimed as I flung from my body the bed sheet which I used to cover myself. I sat up and glared at him.

William sat his phone on his desk and regarded the documents on the right side of his eye with suspicion. The workload is certainly lot lighter than it was a few days ago. He raised his eyes and swept them across the room. "Take a look at my excursion tonight," Whit Ben stated. With a shake of his head, Whit Ben said: "Tonight there will be no trip. At 6:07 p.m., you can leave work." Don't get completely off the grid and look at seven ye personal, but there are no urgent documents to deal with right now. "Hmm," William said with a nod.

Cathy was no longer paying attention to his words, she was so busy packing, that Tony smiled and left her. ****** Whitney arrived at the office before the opening time, and she was about to enter her office when Brett called her. "Babe! You are early." "Yes, good morning." "How are you now?" Brett asked her. "Fine and you?" "I am good, I have been calling you for days but you are not picking up." "Sorry, I was busy." "Okay!" Whitney turned in a hurry but Brett's voice came back. "Whitney!" She closed her eyes. "Let's have breakfast before working time."

Charlie hummed slightly before he asked her, “What time do you usually get off work?” Wendy replied in a soft voice, “The customers who come to take a look at the houses usually come from ten o’clock in the morning to a little more than seven o’clock at night. So, we only get off work after half-past seven at night.” Charlie nodded before he said, “Alright, then. You should hurry up and go. I’m leaving too.”