“Quinn.” I shook his shoulder lightly. He swatted at me blindly, whining at me. I grinned and tried once more. “Wake up.” He blinked his eyes at me, sleepily and not completely focused. “Is the house on fire?” “Of course not.” I rolled my eyes. “Do you have coffee?” “You can’t have coffee,” I reminded him. “Then I can’t imagine why you think it’s a good idea to be poking at me.”
