I was out within moments.
By the time my eyes fluttered back open, the sun was setting. Fucking hell, I slept the entire day away. Again. I drew in a deep breath as I shuffled around in the bed a bit, trying to untangle myself from the sheets that had bunched up around my legs.
“Here, let me,” Ghost said.
I heard his voice before I saw him, but his touch against my ankle sent a shiver of fire through my muscles. He moved my legs gently, untangling the blanket from my trapped legs.
“Thanks,” I croaked out.
“You thrash a lot while you sleep, did you know that?” he asked.
“Ugh,” I groaned as he finally got me free of the blanket before fluttering it back over me.
“I should get up,” I muttered.
“You need as much sleep as you can get,” he said.
I rolled over onto my back and slung my arm over my eyes. “How’d you sleep?”
“I don’t sleep.”
That got my attention. “What?”
“I don’t sleep,” he repeated.
I turned onto my side and found him with my sleep-hazed eyes. “Insomnia?”
He nodded. “Something like that.”
I waited for him to elaborate, but he didn’t. “Oh.”
“Do you have nightmares?” he asked. “Is that why you thrash?”
I just yawned. “If I do, I don’t remember them.”
“That’s good, at least,” he muttered.
I got comfortable on my side and pulled the blanket up over my shoulder. “Do you have nightmares?”
“Can’t have them when you don’t sleep.”
I got the feeling that I wouldn’t get more out of him than that, so I switched topics. “Soooo… I take it I’m not going back to work for a while.”
Ghost shook his head. “For one, there’s a good fucking chance that someone in the company is who ordered your kidnapping in the first place.”
That woke me up a bit. “So that’s not just a theory any longer?”
He peeked over at me, like he was trying to figure out how I knew that.
“The sisters,” is all I said.
“Ah,” he said with a nod of his head. “Yeah, that is one of our running theories. And the more we dig, the more it looks like someone threw you under the bus because you simply know too much.”
I shoved myself upright before Ghost stood, rushing to my side. He fluffed and propped up pillows behind me so that I wasn’t laying directly against the hard wall behind me.
“Thanks,” I said before I yawned again.
He perched on the side of the bed. “Ranger has your laptop locked down as much as he can get it.”
