Ash rolled out of bed. Eyes bleary with sleep. He stretched and looked back at the pile of bodies in the bed. That had been one wild night.
How were they supposed to handle the morning?
Was he expected to have breakfast for everyone?
He hit the bathroom before returning and looking for his wife. She was in that collection of bodies, somewhere. Once he identified her hair and a small hand sticking out from the covers he pulled on a short bathrobe that showed off his muscular thighs and barely covered his prominent junk, which swung low.
In the kitchen he laughed at the array of pineapples out on the counter.
Kelli had sent out a dinner invitation with a pineapple on it. She said to trust her, things were gonna get interesting. He hadn’t realized just how interesting until two of the
