Chapter Fourteen
Sleep apparently did not want to be my friend that night. I tossed and turned, moving from one position to another as I tried to find the one that would magically send me off to slumber-land. That wasn’t like me, as I usually had no problem falling asleep. Actually, as my mother liked to point out, getting up in the morning was my problem, not getting to sleep.
At last, I lay on my back, eyes wide open, as I stared at the ceiling. Was it simply knowing that Gideon was right across the hall that had me so wakeful? He’d been quiet and subdued after we finished watching the show, and had been quick enough in the bathroom before slipping into the guest bedroom. A quiet “good night,” and then he was gone, the door shut behind him.
Shut, but not locked. I knew I could get up
