Sunday
Heath slid out from under Aislen. It had been nice to lie there holding her, and he lingered, breathing in her warm, sleeping scent. Just lying in each other’s arms was not something that happened between them frequently, both in the past and the present. He had been tempted to stay, to let himself slip into a much-needed sleep, but he had things to speak to Talen about that would be easier said without her hearing, so he eased away very carefully, and tucked the sheets in around her so that the loss of his body heat wouldn’t wake her.
He pulled on his jeans and shirt and carried his shoes out into the hallway with him, padding down to the kitchen. Talen and Tyler were watching a documentary on the Pyramids and drinking wine. Heath paused in the doorway to observe them. He had no
