Danny.

I grunted, resisting the literal call of the waking world and rolling over, bearing my face in the pillow.

Danny, the call came again. Still soft, but a little more insistent.

I let out a sound, which to me sounded like what, but in retrospect was likely more than a grumble.

A moment later I felt hands gently shaking my shoulder, and I reluctantly allowed them to

chase away the last vestige of sleep.

Danny, wake up, darling, it's almost noon.

Paula's words caused me to open my eyes and look at the vintage alarm clock on the bedside

table. She was right. According to the two hands, it was 1143. All right, all right, I'm up.

I grumbled. The words actually passing from my lips this time as I forced myself to sit

up in bed.

Paula sat on the edge of the bed next to me, already dressed in a white button-up shirt and pair of slacks.

A smile played over her lips and our eyes locked.

Good morning, Sleeping Beauty, she proclaimed.

How do you feel? I rubbed my eyes, feeling the throb

from last night's rather excessive drinking session already starting. Aside from the Jackhammer team,

already going to work behind my temples. Oh, I'm great, I said sarcastically, earning a laugh from her.

Well, you did decide to go more than a little overboard with the alcohol, darling?'

"'Gave her a sly look.'

"'Maybe, but you didn't seem to mind that when we went to bed.'

Paul's cheeks turned red, and she gave me a gentle push, giggling softly.

I threw the covers back, sliding my feet down onto the carpeted floor.

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