During the week Vic didn’t need to be into work until noon, so he usually slept until ten. At least, that’s when his alarm went off. Most days it was Matt’s alarm clock that woke him up, four hours earlier. Though he’d drift back to sleep, he never really dropped into a deep slumber. Often he’d raise his head, squint blearily at the clock, then drop back to the pillow with an inarticulate grunt when he realized only a half hour had passed since the last time he looked. It was frustrating.
On days like that, he usually gave up any hope of rest and instead climbed out of bed a half hour before his alarm was scheduled to ring. He spent the extra time at the gym, working out before he had to be into work. If nothing else, stopping at the gym gave him a few moments with Matt, which always made
