Two quickly swallowed scotches and twenty minutes of some bad porn that had left him cringing more than anything else had Scott opting out of trying to stay awake any longer. Besides, he’d argued with himself when his mind had balked over the idea of going to bed at eight p.m., he’d said he was going to spend the next four days catching up on rest and relaxation. There was nothing wrong with getting it started early; he needed it.
That hadn’t been an exaggeration, either. Scott had fallen asleep within minutes. So, when something started rustling and mumbling hours later, Scott was not impressed with the interruption. He forced his heavy eyelids to open, tried to focus, and stared at the clock, slack-jawed and hazy. It was midnight. He lived alone. He owned no animals. So the only way Sco
