Morning came with a warm woman in his arms, her face pressed into the bared skin of his throat, their legs tangled beneath the heavy sleeping bag. Hayden decided it was a pretty amazing way to start the day, even if they were both wearing multiple layers apiece. Then the barking started. A yip here. A whine there. Within moments there was a cacophony of canine demands.
Brooke groaned and snuggled closer. “Time s’it?”
“Not sure. Daylight. Breakfast according to the starving masses.”
She stretched on another moan, her body rubbing enticingly against his and the blood drained out of Hayden’s head. Under the guise of stretching himself, he eased his hips back.
Blissfully unaware of his state, Brooke sat up, wrapping her arms around her middle. “God, it’s so cold.”
Her hair stood on end in
