Her phone buzzed. Automatically, she reached for it and pulled it close.
DREW: Morning, sunshine.
HANNAH: You are dead to me, morning person from hell.
DREW: So no to breakfast?
HANNAH: Yes to dinner.
DREW: Pick you up at 4.
HANNAH: No suit.
DREW: What about a birthday suit?
She snorted.
HANNAH: Only if I get dressed to match.
DREW: Casual it is.
Tossing her phone to the side, she smiled and burrowed into the pillows once more. She should have known he was a morning person and not just a morning person, but also the ultimate morning person. How else could she explain his chipper text?
Her phone buzzed again. Searching for it, she found it near the edge of the bed.
DREW: I want yesterday with you again. My back needs washing.
Oh, so flirty Drew had decided to text her this time. Yeah, she liked this guy even better than ultimate morning person Drew.
HANNAH: I could probably fit you in after lunch.
DREW: Can’t wait that long.
There was a knock at her door. She bolted upright in bed. There was no way he was here. He couldn’t be here. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror and almost screamed.
“Give me five minutes,” she shouted, and then texted before leaping out of bed and heading to the bathroom.
DREW: You could tell me where you keep the hidden key.
HANNAH: Then it wouldn’t be hidden.
Taking care of her most pressing need first, she then brushed her teeth and her hair before scrubbing her face. She couldn’t remember ever getting this worked up over looking good for Fischer—not that he cared. He was too easygoing.
But Drew was her husband and he would—she froze. Eventually, Drew would see her like this. They were married. Surely, they would live together. Somehow.
She frowned over last night’s disagreement. Their first fight. It sucked, but luckily, they’d made up.
They hadn’t resolved the issue though, and she didn’t look forward to revisiting it with him. They were practically on their honeymoon. Although to be fair, most couples already had this stuff worked out before they married.
Gah.
She wished she had talked to her grandparents about this. They would know what to do, or how to come to an agreement. At the least they could give her pointers. Fifty years of marriage had to give them special superpowers.
Her phone buzzed again.
DREW: It’s been six minutes.
“Ack!” She finished freshening up and ran to the front door, half punch drunk and giddy at seeing him again.
Opening the door, she greeted him with a smile. “Hey you.”
“Hey yourself.”
She let her gaze travel over him. “You’re wearing board shorts.”
He grinned. “You’re wearing pajamas.”
A little self-conscious, she pulled at the hem of her Bert’s Surf Shop tee. “I wasn’t expecting company.”
Leaning forward, he kissed her lips. It was soft and over before she could really enjoy it. “I know you said you were busy, but I thought I could spend the day here instead of cooped up at Chesson House. Great place, but it’s a B&B and… you’re not there.”
Guilt made Hannah look away. “I don’t have plans today. Normally, I’d be helping with winterizing, but since you put it off, I’m sort of on early vacation.”
“Such a poker face you had last night. I’m impressed.”
Biting her lip, she risked taking a peek at him. “I don’t think I want to be complimented on lying.”
“Normally, I’d agree with you, but since I was being a dick, you had every right to tell me you were busy.”
“What did you have in mind for today?” she said, finally remembering her manners and motioning him inside.
“I have some work to do, but after that, I’m free,” he said as she shut the door.
“Would you be mad if I went back to bed?”
“Can I go back to bed with you?”
She gave him a look. “I really want to sleep. It’s only been three hours since I last saw you,” she said with a yawn. “You should be as tired as I am.”
He shrugged and for the first time, she noticed a small, sleek bag. “Normally, I don’t sleep more than three to four hours a night.”
“Why?”
Obviously amused, he laughed and said, “Because I have meetings that take place at all hours. If my customer is in China, then I’m up for them. Same for Australia. New Zealand.”
“That’s why God created email.” She padded to her room, and Drew followed. “Will you be conference calling while I’m sleeping?”
He eyed her as she crawled back into bed. “No.”
“Then you can make yourself at home with me in bed.” She patted the space beside her. “We should get used to each other anyway. For all you know, I could be a snorer.”