Krissi woke to the sun shining on her face. Squeezing her eyes shut, she rolled away from the window, wondering when Ruger had gotten up. She stretched and lay there a moment before reaching or her phone to check the time—1:12. Damn, she’d been out for a while. With a sigh, she got up and headed for the bathroom, picking up the shirt she’d swiped from Ruger’s closet the night before on her way. After she’d finished in the bathroom, she pulled a pair of clean panties from her backpack and stepped into them. Looking down, she decided the shirt was long enough to cover everything and went in search of Ruger.
In the kitchen, she found Ruger in front of the stove while Lurch and Gizmo sat at the table.
“We really don’t need both of you here anymore,” Ruger was saying as he cracked eggs into a
