CHAPTER 8
I was dreaming that my phone was ringing and I couldn't reach it because it was underwater. Every time I grabbed for it, it sunk a bit lower, but I didn't care. I was floating peacefully in the nether regions of my mind--until I felt Kip gently touch my bare shoulder.
"Jamie, aren't you going to answer your phone?"
I groaned. "Do I have to?"
He rolled over. "Up to you, Babe."
Without opening my eyes, I groped around on my nightstand until I found the offending object.
"Hello?" I said, trying to sound as put out as I felt.
"Jamie, I'm sorry to bother you. Did I wake you?"
I sort of recognized the voice but couldn't quite place it. I forced my eyes open so I could discover the source of my sleep-deprivation and learned that it was my next-door neighbor.
"Don't worry about
