Phoebe's POV
The two sedatives Alan had administered earlier must have done their job—I slept deeply and peacefully.
Not a single nightmare disturbed my rest.
Opening my eyes, I found myself staring at a solid, warm chest just inches away. My thoughts scattered completely.
I couldn't place where I was.
Harold sensed the instant I stirred awake. He dipped his head, pressing his lips to my forehead. "Honey, you're up? Feeling hungry?"
I met Harold's tender gaze before glancing toward the window. Complete darkness stretched outside.
My voice came out rough and scratchy. "How long did I sleep? What time is it?"
Harold grabbed his phone, checking the screen. "It's late evening."
The answer hit me like a shock.
An entire day had vanished while I slept.
I shook my head and squirmed free from Harold's embrace, not bothering to question why he'd let me sleep so long.
I already knew what he'd say—"You looked so peaceful; I didn't have the heart to disturb you."
