Beside him, Allison's breathing had already grown shallow, indicating that she'd soon be awake – if she weren't already. Brad mentally berated himself for not being up sooner. Not once had he still been in bed when Allison first opened her eyes and that had been working well for them. Of course, so much was different now that this was but the cherry on the sundae. As stealthily as possible, Brad started to slide away from Allison to the edge of the bed. Before he could push back the sheet, a hand closed over his wrist. "Where do you think you're going?" Brad turned his head and was met by drowsy hazel eyes. "I'm getting out of bed. We have a lot to accomplish today." Her answer was simple. "No." "No?" "No." She smiled at him as though they'd been waking up next to each other for years. "Can't we stay here for another night and skip crossing the border for one day? We've already got the room." He regarded her with caution. "That's not why we got the room for an extra day." "Brad...I know." She searched his face.
