Not that she could actually own Hank, but the principle seemed much the same. Own. Mate. Two different kinds of possession. She must have nodded off while they were talking. Rude, but she’d needed the rest. She hadn’t had a full night’s sleep in a month. And maybe all that purring was what kept her asleep. Judging by the brightness in the room, it had to be after nine. “Welcome to the land of the wakeful.” Miles bolted upright at the sound of Mason’s voice, throwing the slumbering Cougar’s arm off her torso in the process. Mason chuckled and put his feet up on the bed. He relaxed in a chair at the bedside, rubbing the stubble on his jaw. Hank sat up. “Shit, man. Give me my spare house key back.” “And then who’d come shake you awake when you’re sleeping like the dead? I swear, you and Nick are cut from the same cloth. You could probably sleep through a fireworks show.” “What time is it?” “Eleven fifteen. I was going to let you sleep, but Sean is trying to negotiate some sort of peace accord with Hannah, and we’ve got an order to get out this morning.
