Hannah’s POV

　　The sunlight streaming through the curtains pulled me from my sleep, and I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the grogginess. As I lay there, the events of last night came rushing back. Michael’s confrontation, Christian stepping in, and that tense drive home. But something else suddenly hit me. Aubrey! I left her at the bar. I bolted upright, a wave of concern washing over me. Knowing Aubrey, she was probably fine, but I couldn’t help worrying. I ...