Waking up in the middle of a tangle of warm bodies had to be the ultimate Sunday morning decadence. Mike was spooned against Maggie’s back, one arm around her body. Kurt was sprawled in front of her on his belly one leg weighing down the lower half of hers. It must have been not long after sunrise because she could only see a hint of morning light through the crack in the curtains across the room. She needed a bathroom, which was going to require extricating herself from the bed. Could she manage that without waking the other two? Maybe. Nudging Kurt’s restraining leg off hers, was step one. He shifted, but didn’t appear to rouse. Moving Mike’s arm was more difficult. He opened one eye and rolled backward to let her go. She crawled to the bottom of the bed and went off to take care of busi
