Baker's hours were such that Lexi was quite used to being up at four in the morning to start dough or begin proofing for the day. Still, though, when the cell went off, she had a moment of bewilderment, trying to figure out who was in her arms and where was she and why the hell wasn't there a pillow because now her neck felt like it'd spent the night in Guantanamo.
Oh. Right. "What's that?" she mumbled, sleepily incoherent, making a noise of protest when Elaine moved away. "Elle? Babe, what's going on?" God, she was stupid before she had coffee.