Chapter Fourteen
Spencer
I woke to a storm beating against the side of the house. It was still dark, but the clock read 8:00 a.m. Blake and I had talked well into the night until I passed out on the couch next to him. The fire was still going strong, which meant he had been awake at some point.
Wait. I felt an arm draped across my lap and his hand curled around my bare thigh, almost as if to make sure I was still there. His free hand was behind his head as a pillow, and his feet were kicked up on the table. He looked totally at ease, but ready to protect the moment something happened. It was oddly comforting, and I enjoyed the view.
Lloyd was perched on his chest and meowed at me when I stretched.
“You’re always such a crank,” I hissed. “You be nice, or you won’t get any breakfast.” H
