Chapter 11
Natalya woke to darkness before the alarm.
Cal wasn’t just asleep, he was out. She’d learned the difference during their weekend together. When he was this far under he could sleep through the apocalypse, which would explain why his alarm music was so loud. Maybe that’s why she was awake so early, self defense against being alarmed out of her common sense.
That still didn’t explain why she was here, because this made no sense at all.
“Just to return his car,” had been her excuse to herself as she’d climbed into Cal’s Corvette…because naturally that’s the most important thing to do at ten at night.
“Merely dropping off his keys,” had led her upstairs despite no lights on in the apartment…sure, why not, just stroll into someone’s house while he slept.
“For s*x,” had led her
