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Groaning, I pulled my covers up and over my face, gritting my teeth. Does the man ever sleep…why can’t he knock on my door at a normal time of day……why the heck is he here anyway?
The man was annoyingly determined. And I was too tired to make any coherent-ness.
"There's someone walking on the roof." Callie’s voice cut through my disorganized thoughts.
I blinked sleepily, whining. “I’m too tired for this. I need coffee.”
“Me too.” The bed dipped as Callie crawled under my covers, slipping in next to me.
I was torn in two: stay and snuggle with her—I only had a few hours before I had to take her to the airport. Or figure out what the hell was going on.
She slipped an arm through mine and put her head on my shoulder. “I’m nervous.”
“About the internship?”
“What if everyone else is better than me?”
“No one is better than you.”
“You’re my sister. You’re supposed to say that.”
“Remember the gallery exhibit last year? You killed it,” I yawned, my brain cells starting to fire.
“But that was last year,” she continued. “There’s a new guy. He’s supposed to be really good.”
“Well then, bitch, up your game.”
“Hey!” She pushed me towards the edge of the bed, “you’re supposed to tell me I’m going to kick his ass.”
Squealing, I gripped the edge of mattress, trying not to fall off. “Girl! I’ma kick your ass if you push me off this bed.”
“You need to get out of bed, lazy.” She gave me one last half-hearted push before scooting in closer. She snuggled to my side, leaving very little room for me. “Go figure out why someone is on the roof.”
“And you go finish packing.”
“Ugh, I don’t wanna.”
“And I don’t wanna go to work today, but that’s freaking life.”
“Tell me about it,” she groused. Our gazes simultaneously shifted towards the ceiling as someone literally walked across the space above my room. "Speaking of money, did you pay someone to fix the leak?"
"No."
“Then...?"
“Then what?”
“Then—” she gave me an exasperated look, jerking her finger towards the ceiling. “Why the heck is someone hanging out on the roof?”
"Hell if I know,” I complained, pulling the covers back over my head. I didn’t want to adult today.
The sound of a loud clapping noise downstairs had me throwing off my covers. This time, I hurriedly pulled on shorts and a tank top before rushing out, with a quickly dressing Callie on my heels.
"Benson?" I called out as I hauled butt down the stairs, then turned the corner to see a whole freaking crew of men standing in my foyer. Callie rammed into my back at my sudden halt, and we both stared in horror at the men ripping up the hardwood flooring.
A bearded man rushed to greet me. "I'm sorry Miss Duvall. We didn't mean to wake you." He shot an angry look at one of the men on his crew who gave me an abashed, apologetic look.
"What is going on here?"
