THIRTY-FOUR
Two am. Well, I'd managed half a night's sleep before the nightmares woke me. I stumbled to her kitchen, avoiding Caitlin's room, and poured myself a glass of milk. I itched to pour some alcohol into it, but I didn't know where she kept her brandy and maybe it was best that I didn't. If I were drunk, I'd give in and go into her bedroom and maybe do something we'd both regret. Or get tased again.
"Can't sleep or did a nightmare wake you?" Caitlin clicked on the light and I was mesmerised by the beautiful girl in a short, satin nightie. More beautiful than I remembered in my dreams, but that would probably change now I had this vision to remind me.
"First the second one, now the first," I said, gulping down the rest of my milk so I wouldn't have to say any more. "But if you'l
