Gray morning light glows from behind my sheer bedroom curtains. I peep under my covers and find that I’m in boyshorts and a loose T-shirt. I frown with confusion. I don’t remember getting ready for bed last night. I shake my head. Actually, I don’t remember anything about last night after we opened the seedpod. The seedpod. Damn, the after-realms are falling apart. Why am I lounging around in my penthouse, exactly? My bedroom door swings open. Tempest stands framed in the threshold. He’s still wearing his black cargo pants, dark turtleneck, and kickass boots. He’s dressed for battle and I look ready for a nap. “Morning, luv.” I whip off my covers, march to stand before him, and set my fists on my hips. I do my best to look tough as I crane my neck to look up at him. “How long have I been asleep?” “Enough, evidently.” A smug smile rounds Tempest’s mouth. “I consider this a success.” “That wasn’t an answer.” It’s getting hard to keep playing tough, especially with those damned dimples of his.
