Chapter 21

“Simms?” I murmured and watched his eyes open before widening in recognition. Once he was fully awake, I took my coffee and sat in the chair to the left of the table.

He sat up and ran his hands over his face. “How are you feeling?”

“Still tired, but I’m better now. Thanks for putting me to bed, and Merry Christmas, I guess. What’s left of it.” I drank more coffee before asking, “Why are you still here?”

He sighed. “I needed some sleep, too, and I was worried about you.”

“Thanks for that, but as you can see, I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not! You’re working yourself to death for an ungrateful company and a pittance. How can you not see this?” This again.

“Really? You’re calling me on that shit when you often work days and nights straight because crime never sleeps. How are the hours I work different from yours?”

“I’m saving lives! You’re—” He stopped then, likely realizing he’d already put his foot in it, big time.