Sleepless in Philly

Tommaso

I stared up at the mural on the ceiling until Paige’s breathing evened out, and I figured she’d fallen asleep. Then, I sighed and turned over a dozen more times. If I’d been smart, I’d have made sure every couch in this house fit me. Ever since my growth spurt as a teen, I’d known the bumping and bruising of attempting to sleep on even a regular couch, and this stupid fainting piece of shit was even smaller than most. Plus, the throw blanket was a light quilt, and it wasn’t really cutting the night chill.

There was no way I was going back to sleep tonight, but that was okay. Working with Killian, I’d gotten used to sleeping less than six hours a night most of the time. With a little extra coffee, I’d be able to start constructing my empire tomorrow.

That was, if I could pull myself away from Paige long enough.

Her breathing hitched, and I sat up to stare at her. The first sign of another nightmare? No, she just turned and fell back to sleep.

I took a deep breath and stared up