And her own body aching slightly. She shifted and winced. New muscle groups made themselves heard. Opening her eyes, she stared directly into Gabriel’s whiskey ones. He had been watching her sleep. The corners of his beautiful mouth kicked up into a smile. “You look like a big, self-satisfied cat,” she muttered. He laughed softly. “You look like a grumpy kitten,” he teased. “Hmpf.” “I rest my case.” She moved her hand to his broad, muscled chest, resting it there. Feeling the warmth that was Gabriel. Behind her she could feel Ethan’s body spooned against hers. “Sugar?” She opened one eye. Sort of. “How are your bumps and bruises this morning?” She closed her eye. “Fine.” “Then maybe you want to shower before Mrs. Watson comes to wake us for breakfast and finds us all piled up naked?” Gabriel couldn’t hide his amusement as both eyes popped open and she sat straight up, covering her bare breasts with her arms. She stared wildly at the door. “What?”
