BRENDAN WAS JOLTED out of a very pleasant dream by the sound of an air raid siren. He rolled over and slapped awkwardly at his alarm clock, stuffing his head under his pillow once he’d finally managed to turn it off. He wished he could close his eyes for five more minutes without running the risk of falling asleep and being late for his first session of the day.
Get up, Reid, he told himself. He shoved off the covers and dragged himself out of bed.
He’d never been a morning person, and he’d never had Katie’s built-in alarm clock, though he had certainly benefited from it whenever they’d been on the road together. At least so far as getting woken up at the crack of dawn by the sound of Katie getting dressed counted as a benefit.
One day, I’m going to wake up and not have my very first th
