Zane ignored Jax’s soft plea and snuggled into the warm, fragrant woman in his arms. “Rrrrmmphf.” A cold, wet nose prodded insistently in the middle of his bare back. Popping an eye open, the brilliant daylight flooding the room registered. He yawned and lifted his head to check the digital clock display. “Celeste, wake up, baby. We overslept.” She groaned and pulled the covers up over her head. Zane pulled them down again. “Come on, sexy genius. Mitch and your mother are going to be here soon. We’ve got to get ready.” Celeste’s eyes popped open. “What time is it?” “Nearly eleven.” “Crap.” She sat up quickly, then promptly turned a sickly shade of green. “Here.” Zane reached beside the bed and grabbed the pack of saltines and a miniature-sized bottled water. “Settle our little guy while I take care of Jax.”
