Lou rolled over with the aim of slipping from the bed without waking Konstantine. She did not succeed. His arms enveloped her and pulled her close to him, holding her against his chest, his knees pressing into the back of hers.
He made a sound that could be mistaken for human speech.
She snorted. “What was that?”
“Please don’t go.”
She let her fingers trace first his forearm, then his elbow. “I thought you wanted me to keep eating on schedule. Are you trying to sabotage my efforts?”
“It’s cold,” he growled into the back of her neck. “You’re warm. Stay in bed with me.”
Lou tried, managing no more than thirty minutes before she grew too restless in his arms to lie there any longer.
Reluctantly, he released her. “What will you do today?”
“I want to see Dani about a cannibal in Idaho.”
