I woke up to the sound of an alarm clock doing its damnedest to drive me insane. Scarlett reached across and turned it off and then snuggled back against my chest.
I'll refrain from revealing events of the previous night except to say that she is not a natural blonde. But everything else about her was 100 percent authentic. And I'd just appointed myself the new president of the Scarlett Wilcox fan club.
"I've got to get to the office," she said in a sleepy voice.
"Yeah, I should probably get to mine, too."
"So, you have an office, huh?"