My phone buzzing by my face woke me. I kept it on silent at night except for alarms, but in the back of my head I somehow knew this buzzing had been going on for several minutes. I grumbled and pushed myself up on one elbow. There was absolutely nobody who would need to get ahold of me for any emergency. No one should be cal—
Peter.
And as I stared at the blinding light, I became aware of another sound, a tap-tap-tap from across the room. My gaze shifted and—Jesus H. Christ. A shadowy form stood on the back porch roof. It took a second to realize he was smiling and waving, then I was out of bed and opening the window. Peter was standing there, his phone held to his ear.
“What are you doing?” I hissed, but a stupid grin betrayed my feelings.
“We didn’t get to say bye,” he returned in a
