Chapter 23

• Jo could count the number of times she’d slept in over the past five years on one hand and have fingers to spare. So, of course, given the chance to hit snooze as many times as she’d like, her eyes flew open at six a.m., refusing to close long enough for her to drift back
• off.
• “Damn it,” she muttered after fifteen minutes of trying anyway. At least now she could FaceTime with Mikayla before her morning got busy with script studying and reading up on this project.