“Mmph?” Nathan opened one eye. Kim. What was she doing in his bedroom? Undoubtedly not what he wanted her to be doing in his bedroom. Wait. He wasn’t in bed. He was on the couch in her—their—living room. What the— “Did you remember to get wine on your way home?” Hands on her hips, lips pursed. “For my book club meeting tonight?” Wine? Oh, no. He must have fallen asleep. She’d asked him this morning to get some; his fog-brain did remember that much. “I don’t think so.” Kim’s face set. “No problem. I’ll get it.” “No. No.” He sat up, rubbing his eyes, and shook his head, trying to clear it. Wine. She’d wanted him to get some on his way home from…where? “I’ll get it. I said I would. Wait, what time is it?” She looked at her watch. “Almost four-thirty.” His memory came back. He’d gone out after his bartending job at the Hi Hat Lounge last night, stayed out until four, gotten to work at Alterra Coffee at six, then stumbled home and slept through his four o’clock appointment with his faculty advisor, during which he was to have reported on progress he hadn’t made.
