Debbie woke Mike up at three in the morning on the third night of their stay in the Dominican Republic. Nothing good could come of being awake at three in the morning, as far as Mike was concerned. It either meant he was stuck with another night of insomniac fun, or keeping himself awake to handle more corporate drama, or being kept awake by the kind of people who liked to make people scream for fun.
Maybe once upon a time he’d been the kind of guy who could be awake at three for pleasure, spending a night in someone’s (Jim’s) arms just for the joy of holding one another and glorifying in the other’s presence. Those days were long gone, though, whether with Jim or anyone else.
And anyway, being woken up at three was a whole different ball game than still being awake at three. His conscio
