Logan jerked at the first strident call from his feathered alarm clock.
Beside him, Athena jolted and curled tighter into her pillow as she spewed a string of vicious curses. “I’m going to wring that bastard rooster’s neck and turn him into jerky.”
Even as he wished he could wrap around her and find a better way to greet the day, Rudy crowed again. Logan pressed a kiss to Athena’s shoulder. “Try to go back to sleep. No reason for you to get up this early while I see to the animals.”
As soon as he vacated the bed, she confiscated his pillow and jammed it on top of her head. The sight of her in the thin, wispy light of dawn had him smiling. Leaving her there was maybe not quite what he wanted for a start to his morning, but a damned fine thing to wake up to nonetheless. Dragging on jeans
