#Chapter 150: I’m always right

Fiona I woke in the morning with a jolt of panic, thinking I’d overslept my alarm. But after checking the time on my phone, the realization dawned: there was no alarm. Because I didn’t have to go to work today. Or tomorrow. Or for a while. Alexander’s hand appeared, latching onto my wrist. “You don’t have to do that.” I let him drag me close to him, though. He wrapped his limbs all around me, encasing me in his body heat. “I’m not going anywhere this morning,” I said into his chest. “Remember?” “Sorry,” he mumbled. I heard the sleepy smile on his lips. “Force of habit.” I stretched – as much as I could within Alexander’s lazy embrace – and took stock of how I was feeling. I’d napped all the afternoon prior, while my fiancé worked; then we had dinner together in the evening, and after that he shared with me, as promised, the story of his investigation into his mother’s untimely demise. It was very illuminating, to say the least, and sure gave me a lot to think about. I f