The beeping of Kirk’s phone woke them both up. Gina panicked, sitting bolt upright and nearly shoving Kirk off the bed in the process. She’d been dreaming about mermaids and the beeping had come into her dream as a fishing boat dragging a bomb.
“What? What’s going on?” Still half-asleep, Kirk grabbed the mattress to keep from sliding off. “Are you kicking me out of bed? You could just say so.”
“No. Sorry. Your phone woke me up. Where the f**k is it?”
They both fumbled around for the beeping thing, and finally Gina found it at the foot of the bed. She handed it to Kirk and adjusted the blanket while he scanned it.
“It’s the alarm again at the Mason house. It must be light outside now. I can see more clearly. Holy shit.”
“What? What’s going on?”
Gina blinked the sleep out of her eyes.
