Deadlines

Sophia

Rolling over, on the verge of dream and wake, I reached my hand out and felt the cool side of the bed, void of anyone other than me.

Lazily opening my eyes, my suspicions were confirmed. Last night hadn’t been a dream, but the sexy man who I had made love to was nowhere to be found.

I grabbed the note on the pillow next to me and cracked my eyes open against the sunlight streaming in through the window to decipher the words.

“Went to see my father. Be back soon.” Luke’s handwriting was fit for a king; it was neat enough that it could have been typed. Most of the male reporters I knew had trouble reading their hieroglyphic scribbles after an interview. That was why I always recorded an interview, along with jotting down notes.

I stretched my arms over my head, feeling the small ache in my lower back from the fantastic sex last night. Even with the stiffness, my body was refreshed and ready for the day.

Last night, I had taken it to another level with Luke. He had only intended t