My ringtone cuts into my dream, and I’ve never been more grateful.


    I’d been stuck, still and silent, standing in my hallway. Unable to move as Nightmare Randal slowly approached. Only – instead of empty hands – he had an armful of hissing cats. I blink away the image as the ringing continues.


    I try to roll towards the sound, but a strong arm around my waist holds me in ce.


    “Leave it.” Vincent’s voice murmurs into my ear. Even with the nightmare nipping at my heels, the sound of his voice sends heat throughout my body.


    I don’t remembering to bed. I remember the couch. The drink. And then nothing. With a small wiggle I feel that I’m still in the yoga pants and sweater I changed into beforeing to Vincent’s. At least I wore somethingfortablest night, so he wasn’t forced to strip my unconscious form.


    With a sigh, I rx back into the warm body that’s half draped over me. Vincent hums in approval and nuzzles into my neck. He’s the big spoon to my little spoon, and even though he’s half asleep I can feel that part of him is wide awake.


    I’m debating between letting sleep reim me and pressing my ass back against his erection when my phone rings again.


    Proving he wasn’t as asleep as I thought, Vincent is up and reaching over me in a blink. Grabbing my phone off the nightstand.


    There’s a small amount of light seeping in from around the curtains so I can tell it’s morning, but just barely. I can’t imagine who would be calling me this early.


    It hits me at the same time Vincent reads the caller ID.


    “Fuck.” He breathes out. “It’s your brother.”


    I close my eyes and hold my hand out for the phone. This is not going to be a fun conversation.


    “Hello, John.”


    My eyes snap open when I hear Vincent answer the phone.


    Oh, no.