M O R N I N G
Letting out a hefty sigh, Mail rolled over the hard mattress and set his feet on the hardwood. Trailing his fingertips along his face, he rubbed his eyes of sleep then let them drop to his knees.
“Looks like the beginning of another day.”
The arms dealer glanced over his shoulder toward the redhead. It had only taken him until two in the afternoon to finally face the day. The man leaned back in the chair he was seated in, then spoke up.
"Beginning? It’s half way over." His reply was abrupt.