I woke to bright sunlight and a grumpy disposition. From the cool freshness of my husband's pillow, Quaid hadn't been home at all through the night. Way to add to my bad mood as I spun scenarios in my head going from bad to worse-as simple as him falling asleep in his office chair to dying a horrible, flaming death at the hands of some enemy. Of course, the touch of his power as steady as ever disproved my worrywart ways, which only added to the irritation I ...