Before I spiral too far, he messages back. Small mercies.
One more? I mean, if you’re not too tired.
Nah, I’m good.
Perfect. Going in!
He starts the next episode rolling. Outside the window of his apartment, a few scattered snowflakes start to fall.
Merry Christmas, George.
Merry Christmas, Owen.
DECEMBER 25
CHAPTER 34
GEORGE
My phone buzzes way tooclose to my ear and I startle awake, knocking the offending device to the ground as I bolt upright. I squeeze my eyes shut immediately. It’s blinding white every way I turn.
I try to put my feet on the floor, but they’re tangled in some kind of throw blanket. Where am I? This isn’t the sleeping loft. The light’s all wrong.
Wait, did I…
I chance opening my eyes a slit.
Yep, I fell asleep on the four-season porch. It’s full daylight now, sun reflecting off the snow that covers the ground and trees around the house and along the lake shore. It must be mid-morning already.
Also, it’s freezing, I suddenly realize.
Glancing over at the wood stove, I see why. The fire I had going last night has gone out. Definitely shouldn’t’ve left that burning unattended overnight. Not with my track record. I’m an icicle, but this is much better than the alternative.
I wrap the afghan around myself, scoop up the phone, and head to the kitchen to start brewing my coffee. On the way, I look at the message that came in.
Owen
So, did you fall asleep too? Tell me I’m not the only one.
George
You are not the only one. Plus, apparently, you’re up before me, so I think this means you win.
Oh, man, did I wake you? I’m sorry.
Don’t be. I should be up. I should be working.
Without coffee?!?
A smile tugs at my lips.
God, no. Brewing it now.
WHEW.
I set about filling the French press. Another text comes in.
You seriously have to work though, huh?
