She lay in bed for several minutes listening to the sounds of Cole stirring about. Finally she climbed out of bed, realizing that she couldn't get back to sleep and that she would have to get up sooner or later. Pulling on her housecoat, she walked into the hall. At that moment Cole stepped out of his room softly whistling a tuneless melody. He was wearing swimming trunks, chocolate brown with tan stripes. He smiled when he saw her. "Good morning," he greeted her cheerfully. "You must have been up for a while," Lacey observed, her own voice still husky from sleep. "I have. How did you know? Did I wake you?" he questioned, waiting for her and falling into step beside her. "No, you didn't. I just guessed you'd been up because you're usually grouchy when you first wake up," she replied. He reached out and ruffled her short hair. "You aren't exactly Miss Sunshine when you first get up in the mornings, either," he commented. "Don't do that!" she protested, and tried to brush her hair down with the flat of her hand.
