Skyler's POV

Dexter barged into my room, "I need a break."

"Seriously, you're telling me this now?" I asked, getting out of bed.

"Yep," he said as he slid down onto my bed.

It was almost ten o'clock and sleep seemed to be my enemy; given the choice, I'd go anywhere rather than lie in my bed, bored. Since we arrived here four days ago, all I've done is wake up, eat, play with Brittany, and sleep. I was tired of the same old depressing routine.

It seemed strange that a man involved in a mafia had nothing to do, but it was true. I wanted to finish a mission...