CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
“Wow, what a shame. Two babes in your bed and you missed the whole show.”
Ruger’s voice made Lyssa c***k open one eye. Him and Colt stood at the end of the bed. The sun was shining and noises from outside, namely Blaser’s garage, betrayed the world was awake and active.
“Hi,” she whispered, focusing on Colt. “Are you tired?”
“I’m tired,” Ruger said. “Are you going to invite me into that bed?”
“As long as you promise not to touch anything that doesn’t belong to you,” Lyssa said, shifting away from Suzette. She left her friend sleeping and crept out of bed, taking Colt’s hand to lead him out of the bedroom.
“Stay here,” Colt commanded Ruger, who sat on the edge of the bed to take off his boots.
Suzette would no doubt sleep for a while yet. She’d had a difficult nigh
