CHAPTER 30
THE DAY AFTER the attempted ransom drop, I got up at five, but not out of choice. A mistaken assumption that I’d sleep better in my own bed led to me running through the house in the early hours, only waking when I fell over a coffee table in the lounge.
I sat on the floor breathing hard, and the pain across my shins told me I’d have a lovely bruise later. Why did this have to happen? I hadn’t suffered from such an awful sleepwalking episode for months. Since before I met Luke, in fact. I swore under my breath then froze as I heard a noise behind me. Strong hands reached under my armpits and pulled me to my feet. Nick. I recognised the aftershave and his own earthy smell under it.
He spun me around to face him. “f*****g hell. Are the nightmares getting worse?”
“They were bad
