Chapter 197 Probably Not Pregnant

• Saturday rolled in exactly as the calendar had promised.
• Because she had already told Matthew she would be off today, Amelia finally allowed herself the luxury of sleeping until her body decided it had rested enough.
• When her lashes fluttered open, habit took over before memory. She groped for her phone, squinted at the screen, and only then remembered she didn't have to work that day. It was already eight. On a normal day, she would have been miserably, hopelessly late.