Chapter 9“I can’t get hold of them.” Hanna drummed a nail on the top of the kitchen island. It was half-past six in the morning, and Devin was making pancakes. Mars, who’d gotten up when he had, was sitting on the opposite side of the island, sipping on a cup of coffee and scrolling on his phone.
“Can’t get hold of who?” Mars’s voice was still rough from sleep, and it made Devin smile at the pancake. He was sleep rumbled, his dark hair tousled, and the T-shirt he’d thrown on hugged his torso. It was a sight to behold.
Devin couldn’t believe he’d been able to sleep with Mars in the room, but he had. He’d had two hours of uninterrupted sleep, and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d had.
“The bears. We’ll have to go there. I’ll ask Rei after breakfast if he’s available.”
“He is.” Devi
