CHAPTER 9
DECEMBER 26, SPIRIT LAKE
Eli mumbled into the pillow he’d jammed under his head. “This is why I don’t have a dog.” He pulled his hand away from Max’s very attentive—and slobbery—tongue and pushed himself upright, groaning. “Seriously? Do you know what time it is?”
Max whined while making sad little hopping attempts to get up on the couch. “Shh. You’ll wake up Ginger.” Which he wouldn’t mind doing, actually. Maybe he could convince her to finish what they’d started last night.
He was surprised they hadn’t started a fire with the sparks popping between them as they learned their way around each other’s mouths. She’d been right there with him, hands roaming, nipping at him with her teeth, and he’d nearly lost it feeling her lush body pressed up against his. Right up to the point
