I awoke with a start to the sound of my cell phone ringing. I’d been sleeping hard. I scooted closer to the edge of the bed, flung my hand onto my nightstand, and fumbled with the buttons on the side of my phone.
I breathed a sigh of relief when the intrusive ringing went silent, and my eyes drooped shut again.
But just when I was beginning to drift back to sleep, my phone rang once more.
I grabbed it, frustrated, and looked at the screen through squinted eyes.
It was Finnian, and it was only 7:17am.
I sighed in exasperation. I forced myself to sit up, and I rubbed my left eye with my free hand. I glanced next to me. Reid wasn’t there, but his scent was strong and as I came further and further out of my sleepy haze, I realized I could hear him moving about downstairs. And on his side
