âIâve had days when I felt more ready to take on the world.â
She came into the room wearing a black bra and panties.
Seeing her in that, I wished we didnât need to take off this morning and could spend a little time reenacting last nightâs rendezvous.
After wiggling into a pair of pants, she said, âYou didnât sleep much last night.â
âIâm sorry if I kept you up.â
âNo need to be sorry.â She held up a shirt, studied herself in the mirror, then chose a different oneâsilky and shimmering blueâand slipped it on. âSo, was it more your dreams or those stitches?â She was well aware of how my cases often wouldnât leave me alone, even when I slept, so her question didnât surprise me.
âDreams.â
âDo you want to talk about them?â
âIâd rather do my best to forget âem.â
âFair enough.â
âI should get moving.â Careful to keep from twisting too much, I stood. âSo, whatâs your plan for this morning?â
âWeâre meeting at the Academyâthe profilers are. Call me when youâre out of your briefing with Margaret. I want to hear how it goes. And donât tussle with her.â
âI wouldnât dream of it.â
âUh-huh.â
âJust call me Mr. Tact.â
âWell, then, come here, Mr. Tact.â She drew me close, gave me a kiss. âI gotta go. I love you.â
âYou too.â
Moments later she was on her way.
Realizing the obviousâthat we were both going to be gone this morning, I made a call to put something into play, then I cleaned up, replaced the bandages, and tugged on some clothes.
Normally when Tessa doesnât have school, sheâll sleep in until around noon, so I didnât expect her to be up yet, but I found her sitting at the kitchen table, finishing a bowl of organic granola in soy milk and a plate of chocolate cakeâher one vegan vice, since itâs made with animal products. Yes, there were plenty of vegan cake options out there, but sheâd just never warmed up to any of them.
A cup of steaming coffee sat beside her elbow.
âThereâs more in the pot.â She yawned and I caught it from her, yawned myself.
I filled a mug. âThanks.â
âIâm not going to ask you about your side becauseyouâll just tell me itâs fine no matter how much itâs hurting. But let me ask you this . . .â
âYes?â
âYou have the choice: either a leech sucking on your eyeball or your side all stitched up like this, what would you choose?â
âSeriously? A leech sucking on my eyeball?â
âIt just came to me.â
âIâd have to say my side.â
âReally?â
âYes. Definitely.â
âWell, then, thatâs good to hear.â She sighed. âSo, basically, I got zero sleep last night. There was . . .â
She yawned again.
So did I.
âDid you ever wonder why yawns are contagious?â I asked, somewhat hypothetically.
âNo one really knows,â she muttered. âEmotional bonding maybe, social empathy, but thatâs all conjecture. Kids younger than four donât typically catch yawns. Autistic people usually donât either. Dogs can catch yawns from peopleâmore often from their owners than from strangers. So thatâs pretty weird. And disgusting. The last thing Iâd want is for a dog to yawn in my face.â
My daughter: Passionate animal lover. Ardent dog hater.
âThatâs very informative,â I told her.
âWhat can I say? Iâm a wellspring of useless trivia. Anyway, I didnât hardly sleep at all. You know. A lot on my mind.â
âI know the feeling. Is there anything I can do for you?â
She shook her head. âNaw.â
I glanced at the time. âListen, I have a meeting at HQ. Iâm not sure when
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