In the darkness, she stiffened and froze, waiting for the next sound. “It’s just Kate’s bedsprings,” Mason said, his voice gravelly and rough. He rubbed his hand against her bare stomach. “Go back to sleep.” Hannah let out the breath she was holding and relaxed down into the mattress. The creaking grew more rhythmic, insistent. Between that and the adrenaline rush of being woken, there was no way she could sleep now. She checked the clock. Two twenty. Too early to get up. “You slept through the first two rounds, you can do it again if you try,” Mason whispered in the dark as he pulled her closer. She liked the feel of him, the way their legs intertwined in the night. She squeezed her eyes shut tight, but her brain kicked on in full force. “I’ll go out to the living room so you can get some sleep.” She tried to get up but he pinned her legs beneath his and held her firm.
