Chapter Twelve
The alarm jarred Mickey awake and it felt like he’d been down for about ten minutes. He groaned and got up, leaving Sandy asleep, and went to make coffee. He’d left his running gear in the living room and got dressed. Then had a big drink of water and dropped down to do his workout. He was sweating when he got done, and it wasn’t quite five o’clock. He poured another cup of coffee and one for Sandy.
“Good God,” she rasped. “What time is it?”
“Time to get moving,” he said. “Come here, I want to show you something.”
She sat up in bed and reached for her glasses, and then for her bathrobe. Mickey crooked a finger at her. She sighed heavily and followed him out to the garage. The treadmill was clean and plugged in.
“Got you set up for thirty minutes, no incline,” he said. “
