Or move. The oddness of being so relaxed and replete was enough to make him open his eyes. Mellowness was not his strong suit. He yawned and stretched against the mattress, his hand encountering the warm flesh of another human body. Turning his head, he met the gray gaze of Kienan Vaughn. “Good morning.” The wolf’s eyebrow quirked upward as he cocked his wrist to check his chrono. “It’s closer to afternoon.” “It was an active night.” Heat rushed through his body as the memories flipped through his mind, starting with Gea at his flat and ending with Gea and Kienan here at Tail. Definitely one of the better nights he’d had in recent memory, maybe ever. Kienan waved a hand around the room. “We seem to have lost our third party, though.” Yes, Quill had already sensed that, and it made his gut tighten to realize she’d run out on him. Again. “When did she leave?” The wolf shrugged. “I saw a fluffy white tail darting out of here a little while ago.” “Arctic fox.
