“What time did you finally put the book down last night?” Lindsey glanced at the floor, where the book she’d been reading had landed when she’d fallen asleep. “One thirty, maybe two.” “In the morning?” Sully asked. He ran a hand through his reddish brown hair, making the curly waves stand on end. “I was suffering from OMC syndrome,” she said. “OMC, is that some sort of insomnia?” “Sort of. It stands for one more chapter.” “Book nerd,” Sully teased.”
