He shrugged. “I usually wake up when you do anyway. I’m a light sleeper, and you fidget when you can’t sleep.” “That should be a complaint.” But he didn’t sound like he was complaining at all. “Why would I complain? It’s not your fault. You didn’t ask to suffer from insomnia.” For a guy with very little tolerance, he could be very understanding at times, she thought. Those times were few and far between, but still.
