Chapter 4
Snoring in his ear woke Cam.
He pushed at Hatch, who had his face smashed into what was usually Cam’s pillow. Dammit, now he’d have to wash a gallon of dog drool out it. The alarm clock read 6:30, which meant Cam had overslept by an hour. That would have been unusual except for the gorgeous, warm man in his bed. Dante looked adorable with his black hair sleep tousled. Martin, a fellow Demon Dogs member, and a local hairstylist, would love to get his hands on those thick strands.
Hair better be the only part of Dante that Martin put his hands on.
Cam rolled his eyes at himself. It was far too early for jealousy, but not for coffee. The black brew called his name. He wiggled out of the octopus-like hold Dante had on him and tried to slip down and off the bed without waking h
