Tracey POV
I woke, feeling guilty for waking Tank last night with all my thoughts, then fell asleep quickly after, and most likely left poor Tank with a lot to think about. It's me, if I think of something, I have to share it, or it plays on my mind till I can give it away. I would have tossed and turned all night till I could talk about it, one of my many flaws, according to my family.
Should have known that I couldn't sneak out of bed; it's like Doom has this sixth sense of where I am and what I need before I even know what I need.
Breakfast was my usual; I don't eat much, but breakfast is a must. I can skip lunch, and often did when working at the hospital.
At the gym, I stripped down to my sports pants and bra and started on the bike, Doom riding next to me, keeping pace, slow at
