A quick glance at the clock and he saw that it was seven a.m. Might as well get packed and head for Atlanta. “Holly.” He nudged her with his hand. “Wake up.” She let out something close to a purr and stretched, her body arching into his and turning his morning hard-on into a raw need that he was inclined to do something about. Memories of how she’d ended up in his bed curbed that impulse quickly, though. Proving that he was a gentleman in some ways. “Holly. Come on. Wakey-wakey.” He pushed her hair back and smoothed it down her shoulder. “If we get a move on, we’ll be in Atlanta by late afternoon.” Which, considering he’d cost them a day chasing after this Rathboone thing, was going to come in handy. “Okay. I’m up. I’m up.” Actually, he was the only one of the two who got vertical. Holly just nestled into the warm space he’d left and went right back to sleep. He took a shower and then filled up his suitcase as loudly as he could but she was dead to the world.
