The exhaustion from a night without sleeping, along with the stress of Sumi being back, slammed into me with the force of a Metrobus. My head pounded, and every muscle in my body screamed for me to climb into bed and pull the covers over my head. Quentin dropped onto the couch. “You look exhausted. Why don’t you take a quick nap until everyone gets back? I can keep up with the texting.” “Thanks for the offer, but there’s no way I could sleep knowing Sumi is out there, probably planning our deaths as we speak.” I rubbed my burning eyes. “But I would love some coffee.” I pushed off the door and started for the kitchen when Q jumped up. “Let me.” He darted in front of me. “I can’t keep sitting around doing nothing.” I didn’t have the strength to stop him. “You remember where the coffee is?” “First cabinet next to the refrigerator.” He stepped be-hind the bar dividing the living room from the kitchen and snatched the coffeepot.
