I jerk when my phone vibrates again, and Bailey jumps. Shit. Tobias: I already made breakfast, ran the bleachers, and I’m coming up on my third mile. Me: You’re insane. Tobias: Guess that makes two of us. I’m not the one texting before dawn. My lips curve into a small grin. Touché. Granted, my alarm isn’t set to go off until five thirty.
