Grid Attack (Cyber War #1) by Emerson Hawk Read Free Book Online Page B

supposed to be too cold so we could throw enough quilts on the bed to stay warm. When we had gone through the previous winter storm we slept pretty good snuggled under the weight of the blankets.
     
    I pulled off my sweats and socks but decided to leave my shirt on for warmth. The sheets were cold against my skin and I shivered as I tried to find a spot to curl up. Tonight I wished I had my electric blanket to warm the bed up ahead of time. I guess I could have heated up some water and put a hot water bottle down where my feet were going to be. I would have to remember that for the future.
     
    I could see the candle glow reflect off the walls as Tony entered the room with it. I asked him to blow it out so that anyone walking down the street wouldn’t be able to tell we were here. He made sure his pistol was on the night table before blowing it out.
     
    Under normal circumstances I would have had the window shades pulled down to block out the morning sun so I wouldn’t have to get up at the crack of dawn. Now, I needed to keep them up so I could be up when there was light.
     
    My plans were to use the sunlit day to get as much done as possible. Since the days were shorter it made sense to work as much as we could while it was light outside. There would be plenty of time to rest when it was dark. It wasn’t what we were used to, but it would be the best way to utilize our time.
     
    Tony slipped into bed beside me and scooched over so he could use my body heat to warm himself. I was always warmer than he was and he used to tease me that he needed my BTU’s, which stood for Butt Thermal Units. He would snuggle up to me and within a few minutes have to kick off the covers because I would always put out too much body heat. I’m sure this winter, he would be grateful for the fact that I kicked off as much heat as I did.
     
    Right now, I was mad at him and really didn’t feel like snuggling too close. But I thought about something my grandmother said years ago and have lived by it.
     
    “Never go to bed mad. You never know when one of you will pass on in your sleep.” She said. It was words that I lived by as often as possible. I couldn’t imagine how bad I would have felt if something happened to him and he passed on in the middle of the night. I would never be able to forgive myself for staying mad for something so trivial.
     
    Plus, being mad used too much energy and I needed to relax to get some sleep. So I let him pull me close.
     
    “I’m sorry I gave Annette the flashlight. I will try to be more mindful of things now. Please don’t be mad at me.” He said, sincerity in his voice. He always knew I couldn’t stay mad at him for long.
     
    “I’m sorry, too. I should probably be a little more giving considering the circumstances. It’s just that we don’t know how bad this may get or what we may need to get through this. I’m just feeling more vulnerable than I like.” I responded.
     
    I pushed my butt towards him as he spooned me, his arm wrapping around my waist and pulling me closer to him as we began to get warmer. It felt nice with his strong arms around me. Safe.
     
    We laid there in silence for a while, both our brains processing what was happening. I knew I was going to have a hard time sleeping. It was too damn quiet.
     
    When the power was on, I used to use a fan or an air filter to help give me white noise to sleep. Otherwise, I was constantly woken by the traffic or people who would walk on the busy road next to the house.
     
    Our house was at the end of a street that had been blocked so cars could not go through so it was kind of a dead end, but on the side was a very well traveled road. I was an insomniac as it was and a light sleeper. It was a bad combination for someone who loves sleep as much as I did.
     
    The white noise blocked it enough that I could still hear if a smoke alarm went off or if there might have been a break-in.
     
    Now, it was almost too quiet. There was no sound