Trey woke to the smell of coffee and the warmth of a hand in his. He looked at Red sleeping quietly, somehow curled up in the chair and still holding his hand.

"She's quite something." The Chief sat in the corner of the room sipping his coffee. "I've been wondering when she would fall for something more than her rebellion. You take care of her, Trey, but just keep in mind she is her own person."

"I will, sir." Trey admired Red again, She looked so sweet sleeping, though he ...