When he'd violently thrashed himself to wakefulness for the third time, Nathan muttered under his breath, scrubbed his hands over his face, and got out of bed, glancing over at the clock that seemed to mock him from the nightstand.
Five-twenty a.m.
Great.
He was almost to his bedroom door when he remembered that his oldest sister was camped out in his living room. Then he remembered that Stacy, Lizzie and Donny were also in his house.
That realization caused Nathan to detour over to the dresser, where he pulled pajama pants on over his briefs and added a t-shirt for good measure before he headed to the kitchen for some water.
He was surprised to see Lizzie sitting at the kitchen table staring morosely into a mug of coffee.
"Can't sleep either, huh?" she said as a greeting.
Nathan gr
