Chapter 37: Olivia

She was right. The morning was rough, more than rough. She hit the snooze button five times before finally dragging her exhausted body out of bed and into the shower. What the hell was I thinking staying up so late? At least the young redhead—Willow?—would be able to sleep in some. She didn’t have to get up early and set up a table to attract readers. God, I need some aspirin. And coffee. Lots and lots of coffee.

As if the coffee gods had been summoned, a knock came at her door. Whoever it is better have coffee if they’re knocking on my door this damn early.