A knock at the door woke Steve from his much-needed sleep. Groaning he reached for the clock on his nightstand and held it close trying to force his eyes to focus. It was midafternoon, but he was still exhausted from his ordeal at the RCMP station. He had come home early that morning and dropped into bed. He had barely made it home without falling asleep behind the wheel.
Steve threw back the covers and grudgingly rolled out of his nice warm bed. He reached for his jeans and stumbled as he tried to pull them on. He started down the stairs to the living room below, stubbing his toe on the coffee table and cursing his luck. He struggled to wake up fully as he opened the door to find Maggie waiting on the other side.
Steve groaned as she pushed past him and came inside. He was far too tired
