TWENTY
I only last for about three episodes, not because the show is boring, but because I’m wrung out.
Beckett is warm underneath me. He’s managed to pull a fleece blanket over us both, and once my feet are all toasty warm, that’s it, I’m out for the count.
I go in and out of sleep for a while, watching the actor that plays William Murdoch get stumped about the current case, then think it through, using methods that are common to today’s day and age. Plus, what’s super awesome is that the medical examiner is a woman, Dr. Julia Ogden, and she and William have chemistry.
Beckett doesn’t really make any noise, and I’m thankful, as if he knows that I hate it when people make noise when I’m watching a movie, asking questions when I don’t have the answers, either. That’s what the plot is fo
