"Morning, sweetie." Howie's voice met Cait's ears as she awoke.
She stretched and sat up. Howie was sitting on the end of the bed.
"Morning." She smiled and hugged him. "What time is it?"
"It's only 8:30, but the guys and I have a meeting with management at 9:00."
"Right. Well, I guess Anna and I will have to amuse ourselves for a while." She smiled again as he handed her a glass of juice. "What's the meeting about?"
"Just general stuff about the tour, discussing turnout and stuff. Pretty boring." Howie grimaced.
"Didn't your mom ever tell you not to do that? Your face might get stuck." Cait teased. Howie grinned.
"The meeting shouldn't be too long, then we can go do something before we have to get ready for tonight's show."
"Sounds good to me." Cait got up and stretched her stiff muscles. "I better get dressed."
"You could always wear what you have on. It's cute." Howie joked.
"I don't think so." Cait grinned, looking down at her baggy pajama pants and tank top, which were covered with a little blue leopard-print pattern. "I've never had the urge to wear my jammies in public. I'm going to have a shower."
"Jammies?" Howie repeated, unable to keep a straight face.
"Yes, jammies, Mr. Dorough." She mock-glared at him. "Now, I'm going for that shower. You better get a hold of yourself. You don't wanna have to change your pants."
Her eyes twinkled as she grabbed clean jeans and a burgundy t-shirt and gave him a kiss on the cheek, before heading for the bathroom, leaving Howie to his laughing fit.

