Predictable

After Tom was done with his meeting, he made his way to Lucy's office where she was waiting for him, and when he got to the glass door of her office, he stopped, and watched as she slept soundly with her head resting on her desk.

He felt a pang of guilt at the sight. He didn't like that he was keeping her waiting this way.

Heaving a sigh, Tom gently pushed the door open. The soft click went unnoticed and when she didn't stir, he realized that she must be deeply asleep. He couldn't imagine how exhausted she must be to be sleeping that soundly in such a position.

Anger, hot and unwelcome, flickered in his chest. Henry. That inconsiderate– Tom stopped himself just short of muttering a curse. The exhaustion etched on Lucy's face was a clear picture of the disrupted night.

Henry, that bastard had disturbed their sleep, after all. They had been unable to go back to bed after Henry picked Mia, and she had only slept for about three hours before the call.