“I’m not surprised. You really didn’t move the whole time you were asleep.”

“Yeah, but I wasn’t out all that long was I?”

“Well over an hour,” she replied. “Pushing two, actually. We’re getting ready to land.”

“We are? Already?”

“Did you think the flight attendant was just picking on you or something?”

“Honestly, it didn’t even register. Guess I was still half asleep,” I told her with a shake of my head, then winced and mumbled, “Almost two hours? Damn…”

“Almost. You were out cold before the landing gear was even all the way up; and we’ve been circling for a bit because of a delay on the ground.”

“Man…” I sighed heavily once again. “Sorry about that. Guess I wasn’t very good company.”

“At least you didn’t snore.” She chuckled lightly then added, “Not too much, anyway.”

“Great…” I mumbled. “Well, in my defense, I didn’t really get any sleep last night.”

She nodded. “I figured as much, which is exactly why I didn’t wake you. Besides, it’s okay. It gave me a chance to finish a trashy romance novel I’ve been reading.”

“Well, at least you had…” I started then paused and scrunched my brow at her. “Wait… Did you just say you’ve been reading a romance novel?”

“No. I said I’ve been reading a trashy romance novel. There is a difference believe it or not.”

“I hate to tell you this, but adding that particular adjective just makes the sentence even more unbelievable.”

She shrugged. “We all have our guilty pleasures.”

“Yeah…” I agreed. “I just figured yours would be Guns and Ammo, or something of that sort.”

“That sounds like something Storm would say,” she countered.

The Storm to whom she referred was Detective Benjamin Storm of the Saint Louis police department’s homicide division. Ben and I had been friends for more years than I wanted to remember. He had even been best man when Felicity and I married.