I winced, wondering if my tossing and turning had been louder than I realized. “I’m sorry if I’m keeping you up, but—” “Come here,” he repeated. “Put your head on my chest.” “On your chest?” Did he think that would help me sleep? I had very little confidence that would be the case. “Yes.” Exasperation touched his voice. “Like you did when we were in the office and you practically fell asleep standing up.” “You had a shirt on then.”
