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Greyson woke the next morning to find out Jenna was not only a blanket hog, but a bed hog. The petite woman had claimed the entire king bed as her own with limbs every which way, and him underneath it all.
He wasn’t complaining.
After last night, he had nothing to complain about.
He slid out of bed without kissing her as he wanted to. Not for fear of waking her, but because he had no idea where her face was in the rioting tangle of hair.
Still not complaining.
He walked to the bathroom and briefly looked into the mirror before opening a drawer. He took out his shaving kit and dug out a small pair of scissors.
He lifted it to his beard, pausing just a moment before sniping.
It was time.
When he said he would protect Jenna, he meant it in more ways than one. He was going to pay t
