Page List


Font:  

“Hi,” I say hoarsely as I move to sit up but am stopped by a large arm tightening around me.

Oh no.

I slowly turn my head to see that I am on the couch downstairs, cuddled with a sleeping Bran.

“Busted,” Norah whisper-shouts.

“What time is it?” I ask.

“Eight thirty,” Willa answers.

Oh no.

I push against Bran’s chest and start shaking him. Instead of opening his eye, he just tightens his hold on me and buries his face in my neck.

“Let me go, Brannigan,” I grumble.

“No, I don’t want to wake up. I’m having the best dream,” he mutters.

“I bet you are,” Norah quips.

He finally turns his head and blinks up at the trio.

“Good morning, ladies,” he says sleepily.

“Don’t you have an appointment to get to?” Willa asks him.

He sits up, taking me with him.

“Yeah. What time is it?” he asks.

“Eight forty now,” Norah says.

He scoots me to the side and stands. “Shit. I gotta go. Tell Keller I’ll be back soon.”

He rushes out of the room, and I’m left with three pairs of assessing eyes focused on me.

“Having sleepovers, are we?” Norah asks.

“We were watching a movie and must have fallen asleep,” I tell her.

“Uh-huh,” she says.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” I ask.

“We’re closed on Mondays. Now, stop changing the subject.”

“It’s true. Nothing happened. If I wanted to ravish a man, I’d take him to my nice, comfy bed upstairs, not attack him on the couch in the common area,” I retort.

She and Willa look at each other.

“That’s probably true, and those penguin PJs don’t scream sexy interlude,” Willa says.

“Oh, you two, stop teasing Hannah and come help me with the pancakes. Hannah, sweetheart, your mom stayed at the house today to rest a bit.”

“Is she sick?” I ask.

“No. She wanted to relax today. If you want to drop in on her later, I can pack a picnic lunch for the two of you.”


Tags: Amber Kelly Romance