“Let a lady sleep on the floor while I take the bed?” I scoff. “Not while I’m above ground. I don’t know how the boys you grew up with did things, but my momma raised me right.” “You’re being ridiculous,” she protests. “Night, Olivia. Enjoy the bed. I know I’m going to enjoy this nice, firm floor.” When I lie back, I groan in pain as a muscle in my back pinches.
