BREN
My phone was ringing, and it took a hot second for me to realize that it wasn’t the alarm.
Cross lifted his head up, looking, and he reached over me. Checking the screen, he moved back and sat up on his side of the bed. “There a reason you’re calling thirty minutes before she needs to wake up?”
I frowned, but I wasn’t frowning enough to sit up because he was right. I had thirty more sleeping minutes to go.
I heard murmuring from the other end, then Cross looked at me. His face tightened, even with his hair sticking up, and he still looked good. He had stopped shaving very recently, so he had a nice patch of gruff hair there, enough that it was distracting me that he was on my phone and not looking happy about it.
“Fine. I’ll tell her.”
He hung up, tossing the phone onto his nigh
