They’d been around the block and back again, sharing highs, lows, and everything in between. They’d had their occasional squabbles throughout the years, but never anything that couldn’t be resolved with a joke and a beer. Nate couldn’t imagine wishing anything but the best...
She squinted, trying to make out a hint of light. She realized she was moving, and not just forwards—she was also being jostled up and down. What was going on? Then she connected the sensation to something familiar that she had just experienced. She was riding a horse. But...
But this blanket breathed and pulsated. Her eyes fluttered open. She was still lying in a blissful tangle with Spencer and Nate, all of their limbs intertwined. They seemed to sense her waking at the same time. Spencer shifted, and Nate, eyes still closed, reached over to ...
How long had she been sleeping for? She glanced at the clock on the nightstand: 6:45. It had been almost two hours. So much for lying down for a few minutes. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. Then she was greeted by a loud and insistent growling: her stomach. Good thing dinner was in fifteen minute...