Three
“Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey.”
Carey cracked his eyes open. “Wha…?”
Struggling to focus, his first impression was of sunlight glowing through the blinds; the second, what seemed like acres of bare golden skin. Then the smell of hot, fresh coffee filled his nose.
“Mine?” he croaked. “My coffee?”
“Yep, all yours. Sit up and get it.”
Carey dragged himself to sitting while Jase helpfully stuffed some extra pillows behind him before handing him the cup.
“How’d you sleep?”
“Like the dead.”
“Figured.” The mattress dipped as Jase perched on the edge of it, his hip next to Carey’s thigh. “It’s ten a.m.”
Fully awake now, he glanced at the bedside clock. “s**t, it is. I’m sorry.”
“For what? You’re on vacation.” Jase’s eyes crinkled. “You’d said you wanted to go to the beach, though,
