The next morning I wake late, much later than I’ve woken before.
I don’t know what time it is since the alarm I borrowed from Jenna is missing from the bedside table.
But from the bright light outside, I’m guessing it’s ten, maybe eleven in the morning.
Does this mean I no longer have to make breakfast for the pack?
It doesn’t take me long to work out that between me falling asleep by the lake with Dayne’s body curved around me, at some point he must have carried me back to the house and tucked me into bed.
I’m still naked, which doesn’t come as a massive surprise when Dayne seems to prefer me not to wear clothes in bed.
Since Dayne is probably in the office with Luka and I’m ravenous, I decide to head downstairs, grab some breakfast and then deal with having a shower a little later.
