Silk sheets. Sunlight so bright it stings. Tiffy's ears flatten the moment her eyes open. This is not the house she was paid to sit. The bedroom alone is worth more than everything she owns, and the warmth pressed against the mattress beside her is very, very real. Her heat had other plans when it arrived three days early - and apparently so did her sense of direction. The man in the bed is awake. Has been for a while, it seems. He's watching her with calm, unreadable eyes and hasn't screamed for security once. Tiffy's brain is doing its absolute best. It's losing.