Chapter 17
A few hours later, I was already awake. It was too damn early, but no matter what time I went to sleep, I always woke early. I hated it. It was as if my brain kicked on whether or not my body was ready to engage.
That didn’t mean I was getting out of bed yet.
I’d been stretching and trying to decide if I wanted to get dressed in proper clothes or get coffee first. Coffee was essential, especially at this hour. Unfortunately, getting to the coffee required movement—which might require clothes. I had Alamo’s shirt and a pair of leggings I’d found in the dresser, but it was pretty casual to be walking around in front of a man I wasn’t sleeping with.
I didn’t even want to ponder why he had a bunch of women’s clothes. They were all the same size and style, so I was fairly sure th
