“I’m not going to tell the two of you to get a room,” Michael announced, “because that is geographically impossible. So instead, I will suggest, quite delicately, that the two of you get a metaphorical room.” Dean remained unruffled. After years of exposure, he was pretty much Michael-immune. “I don’t think Townsend would like it if I said the worst part of my week is not being there to wake you up from the dreams, Cassie.” There had been a time when I’d been the one who’d woken Dean up from memory-ridden nightmares, instead of the reverse. “Come now, Redding,” Michael enunciated, “the worst
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