*Elio*

“So, what are we doing this early in the morning?” I asked, blinking blearily at Cat as she rushed around the house.

I held a dressed and passed-out Emilia in my arms, her conked-out little head drooling on my shoulder. She seemed to be just as tired as I was this morning.

It was almost six in the morning and even I was still exhausted, especially after the intense lovemaking in the car last night.

“I told you! They set up the ...