“If you’re worried about drooling or snoring, that’s not true,” I admitted. “Theon and Colton were just messing with you.”
I figured she’d endured enough of Theon’s antics for one lifetime.
She laughed lazily. “I knew it. Those jerks.”
She straightened up, making a valiant effort to look awake, but eventually leaned back again, stealing a slow glance at me.
“Will you wake me if I fall asleep?” she asked, the drowsiness finally getting the better of her.
I stifled a smile. “Of course,” I replied without hesitation.
But I had no intention of doing it.
She reclined her seat slightly and was out in minutes. That familiar warmth settled in my chest—knowing she felt safe enough to sleep with me driving. I wondered if she could smell my scent.
A mate’s scent can calm a werewolf, ease rest
