Chapter 88 – Too Late

• I groan when I wake up, because my head aches a little, and I certainly didn’t sleep well. Too much agonizing about my romantic woes, followed by remembering my actual problem, of course – that I’m tied up in a mafia investigation for the death of the heir to a rival family.
• Yeah. It doesn’t make for a great night’s sleep, does it?
• I sigh, and haul myself up, running my hands through my hair. And then I glance towards the kitchen door, desperately wanting a cup of coffee before I even get started pulling myself together for work.