Cleo woke up at seven thirty.

The room was bright at the edges of the curtains and for one disoriented second she didn't understand why someone was in her bed. Then she remembered everything and lay very still staring at the ceiling while her brain caught up with her life.

Reid was asleep beside her. On his stomach, one arm stretched toward her side of the bed, his face relaxed in sleep in a way it never was across a conference table. She looked at him for a moment. At the line of his shoulders, the steady rise and fall of his back.

Then she got up quietly and went...