Receiving no reply to her knock, Delaney let herself into the little back room and sucked in a breath at what she saw. Maeve was asleep in her chair, sprawled over the desk, and it was too precious for words.
Silently she stole closer, tucking Maeve's hair behind her ear with a feather light touch, leaning down to brush her lips over Maeve's. "Wake up, Sleeping Beauty," she said quietly, not wanting to startle the girl.