Settling the Score

Scratching her head, Cleo replied, clearly annoyed at him waking her up, “Don’t you need to sleep, Vaughn? Can’t you tell me tomorrow morning?”

The place where Vaughn was very quiet, and Cleo could clearly hear the sound of his lighter flicking.

“No. I don’t like to procrastinate. I need to tell you as soon as I thought of it.”

Frustrated, Cleo threw the phone under the pillow. She would die soone