73Pat’s naked body snuggled up to mine.
His arm curled over my belly scar.
“Come closer, my little furnace,” he murmured.
I pressed myself against his cool skin.
It was five minutes after six o’clock on Wednesday morning.
Tom had kept us on high alert overnight.
I took the first shift as lookout. Handed off to Pat at two o’clock.
I’d been asleep for four hours.
“Nice quiet night,” I said softly.
He tightened his grip. “I passed Marina on the stairs. She was headed downstairs to make Tom’s breakfast.”
Letting me know we had the upper level to ourselves.
I chuckled. “It was damn hard keeping her up here last night. If Tom doesn’t downgrade the alert level, I may have to handcuff her to Vicky’s bed.”
He wiggled closer. “I like a sentence that pairs bed and handcuffs.”
I stretched
