Trey couldn't believe how long he'd slept. Although he'd closed both the blinds and the drapes in the one window, a tiny sliver of sunlight made its way into the room. He rolled over to check his watch and blinked. Eight thirty. Holy shit! He couldn't remember the last time he'd slept so late but right now he didn't have the luxury. He'd forgotten to set the alarm on his watch, a symptom of his state of mind.

He forced himself out of bed, stretching his muscles to get out the ...