The persistent ringing of the doorbell jolted Cammy awake. Without even checking the monitor, she rushed to the door just to put an end to the noise.
"Greg! What the hell? Did you really have to ring it a dozen times?!" she snapped, glaring at him.
Greg simply grinned and held out a cup of coffee. "Just wanted to make sure you'd wake up."
"Oh, trust me, I was going to wake up. That doorbell is loud enough to raise the dead," she huffed.
"Well, now I know—since you practically sprinted to the door," Greg teased. "Aren't you going to invite me in?"
Cammy rolled her eyes. "Fine, come in…"
Greg walked straight to the dining table and set down a plastic bag. "I brought breakfast. Lucky for us, my favorite bakery opens early."
"Next time, text me before you show up unannounced," Cammy muttered as she peeked into the bag, inspecting the assortment of pastries Greg had brought.
