Chapter 13Todd
The harsh glare shot into his eyes like an assault. The sound like an unexpected shriek. Just the process of opening blinds to let the morning sun in.
Wait, haven’t we been here before?
Same guy, same girl, same situation.
Different town, different house, different bed.
Todd Gleason stirred, stretching his body beneath sheets that felt like they had a thread count higher than some countries’ GNP. It wasn’t difficult to stay curled up in them, as well as with his current companion. Except, of course, she was the one opening the sun to the day’s fresh arrival. A smile accompanied the sun’s rays, brightening it even more than her pearly whites.
“Hiya,” she said.
“Good morning,” he said.
Not terribly formal, but not the kind of greeting one would expect after their secon
