Misha was asleep. Naked, face down with his head under the pillow, his cell phone somewhere under his torso, dropped on the bed after calling Dad to tell him he was back in New York, and in a room with the temperature hovering somewhere around sixty degrees so he could sleep off the jet lag.
The ringing/vibrating combination roused him enough to blindly search for the device. Sleepily, he rolled over onto his back and muttered into it. "Yeah?"
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