Wednesday
Remy’s alarm went off at the usual time. He rolled over to hit the button but his arm was stuck. He pulled his arm free, frowning, and shut the alarm off. Rolling back over he saw Tara on the other side of the bed, just beginning to stir. The sunlight poured in the window and spilled over the bed.
“Shit.”
“Hmm?”
“It’s morning.”
She sat up, suddenly wide awake and said, “Shit.”
She was out of bed so fast it made his head spin. She was muttering swears as she rounded up her shoes and sweater and purse. They’d fallen asleep dressed so at least she wasn’t scrambling around trying to find her underwear.
She looked at the clock and swore again. “This isn’t good.”
“You’ll be fine. I love you.”
“I love you, too. I’ll see you tonight.”
She had to go all the way across the promen
