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Nancy slept in, which didn’t surprise Wyatt in the least. He busied himself in the kitchen, stacking up crispy bacon and sunny-side-up eggs on a plate. Waffles came next, for good measure. Their kitchen was small, but the waffle iron had a designated spot, just for her.
He could never have slept through the sizzling sounds and delicious scents, but she was a heavy sleeper. He balanced breakfast on a tray and scurried up the stairs to the loft where she gently snored.
Her eyes opened the moment he poked her shoulder. “Coffee?”
He spun the tray so that her mug was closer to her. “Of course.”
She sat up, blinking and moaning. “I’m sore,” she whispered sheepishly. “I like it.”
“Yeah? Because I got to do something last night that most lupine males only dream of. And hopefully, I’ll get
