Chapter 6
El
The warm scent of Shawn’s mother’s oatmeal drifted up the stairs stirring El awake. It was one of her favorite ways to wake up, second only to waking up to one of her mate’s touch. That thought had her reaching for Shawn, who had apparently slipped out of bed unnoticed. El sat up and took in the bright sun already hanging in the sky and assumed she had caught up on the sleep she had lost last night.
She dragged herself out of bed and headed to the bathroom. After she relieved herself, she checked her appearance in the mirror. She wasn’t going to win any beauty awards, but she didn’t look completely haggard. Not that Shawn or his mom would care.
Finally, she headed down the hall toward the wonderful scent of sweet and savory oatmeal.
“Good morning,” El sang as she floated
