I was still humiliated by Josh’s behavior which had caused us to be thrown out of the stadium, so that worked out just fine by me. I missed him like hell, but I wouldn’t let a little lack of companionship weaken my resolve. He owed me an apology, and I wouldn’t settle for less. By Monday morning, I was running on fumes as far as sleep went. As before, Josh’s absence wreaked havoc on my ability to rest comfortably in the night. Even the nap I tried to take on Sunday had been restless. No one had to tell me that my fatigue made me cranky. I felt it through my toes. “Good morning, Linda.” She looked up from her task, her eyes narrowing the moment she started studying me. “You okay, Reg?” “Just tired. Do me a favor—nothing that doesn’t absolutely need my attention makes its way onto my desk today, all right?” Perhaps my choice of a yellow cowl neckline shirt and gray pinstripe slacks didn’t bring out the best in my appearance, because she kept looking at me like I’d grown two heads.
