Chapter 16- It’s Not A Competition

Letisha’s POV

“Here,” Caroline shifted my coffee cup toward me as I covered another yawn. “Take another sip,” she instructed as I flipped through the design sketches for the millionth time.

I had stayed up all night working on the drafts. When I’d signed the final one, the dim rays of sunshine had been filtering through the bay windows in the study. I’d glanced from the digital clock on the desk, which announced the time to be 5:02 am, to the corner of the room where Adrian sat on the lounge chair with his laptop and a slightly disapproving frown between his brows.