Chapter 13
Riley woke to an eerie silence in the pale, pre-dawn light. No thunder, no rattling windows. The storm had passed. Good news, but something still seemed off. He tried to roll over, and his brain kicked in enough to remind him he wasn’t alone in the chair.
A wide grin blazed across his face. Keir was here, safely nestled in Riley’s arms, drooling down his chest. Just one more thing would make it perfect. He looked around and saw the digital clock flashing—the power was back on. Coffee!
He bent and dared place a kiss on Keir’s forehead. “Hey, are you awake?”
Muffled sounds vibrated against his neck, and an arm groped its way out from under the blanket and bopped him in the nose.
“Ouch! If you’re looking for your glasses, we haven’t recovered them yet.”
Keir’s head rose, and
