Chapter 37: Your Doorstep

I woke up to an annoying alarm the next morning. It was loud and relentless. I kicked Marcella who was sleeping next to me. “Pick up your phone.”

“That’s yours,” she said, half-asleep.

I groaned loudly. My brain was so foggy that I didn’t realize it was MY phone ringing. Who the h*ll was calling by this time anyway? I hoped it wasn’t Miranda, because I was too drained and exhausted to show up at the office today.

I groggily reached over to the nightstand and picked up the phone without even bothering to look at the caller ID.

“Hello?” I mumbled angrily.

“You’re still in bed? It’s such a fine morning, and you’re missing it,” said the cheerful voice on the other hand

I recognized the voice immediately.

“Declan?” I asked, trying to shake the sleep from my eyes.