She woke to the vibration of her phone. Her body was warm, wrapped in Roman’s arm. For a moment, she let herself smile, tracing the veins on his forearm where it rested against her stomach.

Then the phone buzzed again.

Desiree groaned softly, fumbling for it on the nightstand. The screen lit up with a name that made her sigh, it was her father.

Of course.

She glanced at the clock. 7:30 p.m.

“Great,” she mumbled. “Perfect timing.”

She sat up carefully, trying not to wake Roman, ...