17Meara’s front door opening woke both of them. She put a hand over Will’s mouth to keep him from swearing in alarm.
“Human,” she whispered.
“Meara?”
Her hand dropped away. “Fecking Nero,” Meara said, climbing from the bed.
“Meara?”
She turned to glare at the second male calling her name. Will pulled the blanket off the bed and threw it at her.
Snickering over his attempt to hide her nudity from their uninvited guest, Meara let it slide to the floor. “Don’t ya think seeing me like this would make his morning?”
“You know you slept with a trained killer last night, right?”
Meara laughed as she turned to the bedroom doorway. “Make yerself at home, Nero. I need to find some fecking clothes.”
“Alright,” they heard Nero call back.
Meara went her closet and pulled out some exercise clot
