CHAPTER TWELVE
One of the things Kate had not shared with her coffee community was the fact that she hadn’t slept worth a damn since she had retired from the bureau. She’d originally had issues sleeping after Michael died but that had been more from getting used to having one side of the bed empty than anything else.
But after the bureau, the lack of sleep had come from a series of dreams and nightmares that had nearly made her afraid to sleep. Her doctor had prescribed some natural remedies that had worked for a while but had eventually tapered off. For a while, she’d relied on heavy-duty allergy medicine to knock her out cold, allowing her a peaceful night’s rest here and there.
The thing about those sleepless nights, though, was that she could usually tell when they were coming. She’
