End Game
“Take a nap. I’d rather miss our flights than have you fall asleep behind the wheel. If you died, Archer, it would kill me.”
“Stop thinking about it,” I tell her, knowing she’ll start crying. This new emotional side annoys her, but I find it charming. “I have time for a short nap, and I’ll grab some espresso on the way.”
“Naps make me feel more tired sometimes.”
“The trick is not letting yourself get to REM sleep. You have to wake up before then.”
“Right. I think I’ve heard that before. Go home and rest. Call me when you leave, please?”