I wake up naked on his couch with the softest blanket I've ever felt wrapped snugly around my body and tucked up to my chin.
I've woken from my sleep suddenly, for a split-second, not remembering where I am. I shoot up and look around the room, blanket falling from my chest and leaving me bare and exposed against the cool air. I sigh.
Right.
But where is Harlan? I furrow my brow, looking around the room. No one.
What time is it?
Standing up, I lean down to pick up my jacket and shuffle through the pocket to pull out my phone.
3:30 a.m.
I sling the blanket across my shoulders and hold it shut against my chest. If it is the middle of the night and Harlan isn't sleeping, there is only one thing I'm absolutely positive he would be doing.
Working.
I head up to the third floor, where he
