THEIR EXCITEMENT OVER the decoded message died down eventually. G showered, brushed his teeth and changed into his PJs all from the comfort of his home office. He turned everything off except for one side lamp, the soft light giving off a romantic glow in the room. It was three in the wee hours of the morning when they finally turned in, sleeping on the sofa bed.
Lily and Moppet slept on the floor, but only because they had to. They did once dare join their parents, but Dad said he’d kill them himself if they tried again ... to Queen’s amusement.
G, tired and brain-fried, was out snappily. But Queen’s sleep pattern had been interrupted twice in one night and was now having difficulty finding Mr. Forty Winks. Not even G’s steady and rhythmic breathing could help. Now, it was her turn to b
