Kenneth stretched out on the sofa, staring up at the darkened ceiling. Fatigue welled up in him, making his eyelids feel like hand weights hung from his eyelashes. They crept downward.
Don’t sleep, buddy, he reminded himself. Your girlfriend is in her bed, the bed she’s invited you to share. Do you want to sprawl on this sofa while your lady sleeps alone? Go brush your teeth.
He heaved himself upright, gathered the uneaten Chinese food Brooke hadn’t realized had arrived and tucked it into the refrigerator. Then he grabbed his duffle and made his way into the bathroom. As he spat toothpaste into the sink, a chirp sounded from the living room.
He could hear Brooke groan through the open bathroom door.
Oops. She’s so tired. I want her to sleep. He hustled out, wondering who might be calli
