Catherine, wake up, honey.”Someone grabbed my shoulders and shook me gently, at first. The gentle rocking ended, so I ignored it in favor of drifting back to a heavenly dream of jeans that not only fit comfortably, but also looked good at the same time.Before I could fully fall back into my blissful dreaming, someone shook my shoulders again. Someone was taking their life into their own hands if they kept shaking me.“Catherine.”This time my assailant shook me so hard my neck cracked; a sound I’d become increasingly familiar with each passing day. Damn, getting old is a bitch.“Wake up, Catherine.”“What?” I croaked and opened my eyes.The blurry figure of Gavin perched over me with a hand on either side of my head, hovering over my face.“What the hell’s going on?” I propped myself up on my elbows and yawned. “Was I snoring really loud or something?”“Yes,” Gavin said, “but that’s not why I woke you. I’m used to your rumbling after all these years.”He tweaked my nose.
