"Coffee?" Veronique offers, holding out the mug. "You're going to need it."
Libby groans and pulls the sheet over her head. It's too early for this. Waking up means spring cleaning, and she's been avoiding the calendar for three weeks.
"What's the time?"
"Oh three hundred."
Oh no. No, no, no. Veronique did not just wake her up this early for cleaning. Well too bad, she's not —
Libby lets out a grunt when Veronique lands on her. Arms splayed, she drags the sheet down then kisses Libby. "The sooner we get it done, the sooner we go back to bed."