Jason was so distracted the next morning that he ended up forgetting his phone at home.
His phone contained everything—his schedule, his contacts, his notes about projects he was working on—and he was absolutely useless without it, since he could never keep details in his head. So, after getting to his office, he had to turn around and drive back home.
He’d gotten more sleep last night than he had the two nights before, but most of that sleep had been with Efua in his arms.
He’d known what he was doing the previous evening when Efua had dozed off and unconsciously leaned over toward him. He’d put his arm around her on purpose, knowing he shouldn’t and also knowing that he wanted to hold her like that. She’d been asleep, so he’d told himself it didn’t matter. He could enjoy it for a little while and then get up and go to bed.