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Tim had been looking forward to a night in his own bed since he first got on the flight back to Raleigh, but it wasn’t anything at all like he hoped it would be. Instead of a good night’s rest, he tossed and turned, traveled from hot to cold and back again, and had the kind of dreams that only a person with a fever might have under normal circumstances.
And that was during the times that he actually managed to fall asleep.
Every other moment spent in his king-sized bed, which felt obnoxiously large now that there wasn’t anyone there to share it with him, was consumed by thoughts of conversations he’d had with Ryan, what he could have said instead of what he did say, and what the hell he was going to do next.
So when the sun rose to greet him the morning after, he was anything but ha
