The Midnight Intruder In My Bedthe Pacific Was Silver Beneath The Moon As The Town Car Passed Through The Heavy Iron Gates Of Our La Jolla Estate. I Had Spent Three Exhausting Weeks In New York Signing Contracts, Surviving High-Stakes Boardrooms, And Sleeping Alone In Sterile Hotel Rooms, But All I Could Think About Was Getting Home To Eric. My Plane Had Landed In San Diego Just After Midnight, And The Silence Of The Night Felt Heavy, Pregnant With Expectation.