My energy was already depleted, and that little dose of champagne tipped me over the edge into irresistible sleepiness. The servants had changed our sheets and re-set the bed while we were at dinner. I was out of my dress and tucking myself under the covers in minutes.
Nolan changed into some black silk pajama pants and a tank top, and brought his laptop with him to bed. He sat beside me while I drifted off. He would type a little, then stroke my hair absentmindedly; type more, pet my hair… till I was soothed into a deep slumber.
“Hey.”
I woke to Nolan’s smiling face looking down at me.
“Hey yourself.” I tried to reach up for him, but my arm was too tired and flopped right back down. “What time is it?”
“It’s almost five a.m. I’m sorry to wake you up so early, but I have a favor t
