The alarm on my phone starts ringing out at me, and I want to ignore it, but I have responsibilities. Plus, I don’t want to make Forrest late for work, and I know he waits around to escort me down to my car, which is kind of sweet.

Not sure on how we are going to act around each other this morning, but better to rip the band-aid off and just face him straight up. Remind him of our deal and then move on as friends.

Yep, friends, I can do that. Well, I need to be able to do that. My best friend is about to marry his brother, so if I have screwed this up, that’s on me, and I’ll need to work out how to fix it.

Both Felisha and Flynn told us to stay away from each other for that reason. But what they don’t know won’t hurt them.

“Right, get on with it, Harper.” Sitting up and swinging my legs over the side, I look down at myself and giggle. “Guess I didn’t ask him to dress me last night before I passed out. He’d better not think he’s keeping those silk pajamas as some kind of trophy. They are my favorite, for more than one reason now.” As soon as I start walking to the bathroom, his words from last night come back to me when he told me, “You will be feeling every place I touched you for days, while I’ll be remembering what you look like under those uptight suits and be in equally as much pain.”

Shit, he was right.

My leg muscles are sore, but I won’t be admitting that to him to stroke his ego. So, I better work out really quick how to walk normally before I leave this bedroom. Surely a hot shower should do the trick. I hope.

Showered, hair and makeup done, bed linen stripped off to be washed, and I’ll find out where he keeps the spare ones later.

Taking a deep breath like I always do before I walk into an unknown situation, I put my super-confident face on and walk with purpose to the kitchen where I see a piece of paper folded with my name written on the front, next to a travel coffee mug that feels warm, a wrapped breakfast burrito, and some Tylenol.

Harper,

Please don’t take this to mean that I’m running from any awkwardness after last night, because there shouldn’t be any. We both know where we stand.

I had to leave early for an emergency meeting on a work issue.

There is a security guy from your team outside the front door. Don’t give him any shit, he’s just doing his job. You agreed, if I’m not here then someone else will be.

Eat the burrito, drink the coffee, and take the pills (you’re welcome!).

See you tonight.