Dawson had not dared to go back toHiggins after his narrow escape. The thought of being shot did not sit wellwith him. Not that he did not still wish to see Brook only that if there were a way to be with her while protecting hisperson he would prefer to do so. Monday morning had proven quite daunting and never-ending. Dawson practically lived at thecoffee pot putting three new pots on himself throughout the day.
His eyes burn from the lack of sleep, and his eyelids felt heavy. Dawson caught aglimpse of himself in the men’s room mirror and saw the dark shadows and his bloodshot eyes. His late nights with Brook werewreaking havoc on his usual good looks. There was a lot to be said for beautysleep. Then again to share a bed with Brook,he would sacrifice some time with the Sandman.She was wel
