14. About That Woman

“Wakey-wakey.”

I crack my eyes open as Jude’s voice registers in my brain. The light is on and the curtains are closed, so I can’t tell what time it is.

I cover up a yawn. “What time is it?”

“It’s six.”

“You are lying.”

The bed shifts as he moves. He gets down and around the bed and finally appears in my field of view as he heads to the window.

Pulling the cord, he opens the curtains. It’s not exactly sunrise yet but there’s enough light to suggest it’s almost.

He claps his hands as he walks back to the bed. “Come on, we’ve got a run to do.”

I groan and grab a pillow, holding on tightly. “Can’t we start tomorrow?”

He lifts his brow and crawls onto the bed, looking at me. “Where did all that enthusiasm from last night about discovering the trail go?”

“I don’t know, it must have wandered off in my dreams.”

He shakes his head in amusement and reaches for the pillow I’m clinging to. I tighten my grip around it. He arches an eyebrow. “I suppose you were lying with all that talk about how