*Juliet*

My phone vibrating on my nightstand wakes me up around 8 a.m. This is the latest I’ve slept in since I got back to Green Waters, and I’m annoyed at the interruption. I groan as I roll over in bed and blindly reach for the phone. I clear my throat, needing to be professional just in case, but I don’t open my eyes yet.

“Hello, this is Juliet,” I answer the phone with my professional voice.

“Hey, Juliet, it’s ...