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Chapter 11

“Bruce, are you awake?” Hayley whispered, poking her husband lightly on his bare arm. He was lying on his side, facing away from her in their bed.

Hayley waited a few seconds, and when she didn’t get an answer, she asked again, this time a bit louder. “Bruce, are you awake?”

Still no response.

Frustrated, she shook him and he snorted and tried rolling away from her. “Bruce!”

“What?” Bruce mumbled into his pillow.

“Are you awake?”

Bruce sighed, turned over, and yawned. “Uh, yeah, I am now. What time is it?”

“A little after two,” Hayley said, glancing at the digital clock on her nightstand.

“Does the dog have to go out?”

“No, I took care of that earlier when I got home from the hospital, but that’s what I want to talk to you about. I’ve been sitting here, wide-awake, thinking and worrying about what I should do.”

“About the dog?”

“No! Conner! He told me he is going to ask Gemma to marry him!”

This finally stirred some interest in Bruce. He rubbed his eyes and sat up in bed. “Oh... damn...”

“Gemma told me shortly after she got here that she is thinking of breaking up with him, but he is completely oblivious to her true feelings because the poor guy just told me he is on the verge of proposing!”

“I’ll say,” Bruce said. “Are you going to give her a heads-up?”

“I don’t know, that’s what I’ve been up all night trying to decide. What do you think?”

Bruce leaned back on the headboard, scratched his chest hair, mulled it over for a few seconds, and then said matter-of-factly, “I think you should stay out of it. Good night.” And then he dropped back down on his side and yanked the covers over his head.