The light through the blinds had the rosy tint of dawn. I groaned. Who wanted me at this ungodly hour on Christmas Eve? “Go away. I swear, I’m gonna get a hotel room so I can sleep.” I rolled onto my tummy. “Shelby?” The tap sounded again. “Jonny?” I tossed the covers back and crossed to yank the door open. His hair was still awry, but he wore jeans and a sweatshirt. “Before we rip out the ‘Cuda’s interior, I was wondering. Mind if I do a ‘Cuda Confession?” I felt like strangling him, but at the same time, was flattered. “Only if there’s coffee and hot water.” I huffed. “Just made a fresh pot and risked my life to bar the bathroom door.” He unleashed that sexy smile. Thirty minutes later, I made it to the kitchen. Colt and Jonny perched on barstools, watching Caine stir a frying pan full of scrambled eggs. “Where’s the laptop?” “On the desk in the office.” He let go of the spatula long enough to reach for the board and toss me a set of keys. Jonny and I tromped onto the deck and down the stairs.
