Page 29 of Just in Time
Chapter Seven
Iwoke up the next morning in a pile of Brody.
It was a welcome change from the previous morning.
For a long minute, I didn’t even realize we weren’t at home in our cozy bed, in our cozy apartment, under our cozy throw blanket. Smelling coffee from our cozy kitchen.
But there was sweat drying on my forehead because Brody was a space heater in human form.
And I hadn’t been sweating for a while at home.
My eyes fluttered open and I stared at the popcorn ceiling in the room where we were sleeping. My back twinged with pain from the hide-a-bed.
“Good morning, sunshine,” Brody drawled from beside me. I heard him slurp something. Coffee.
“Morning,” I replied, rolling over to press a kiss to his jaw. His beard tickled my nose, so I moved lower, kissing down the column of his throat.
I could feel the rumble of his contentment against my lips, but he pulled me away just the same.
“None of that now…”
“Why not,” I purred. “We got time, right?”
“Yeah, but we’re in someone else’s house…” he reminded me.
“Oh right,” I said, rolling away from him. We were in Jolene’s house. Or ‘Sally’ as she’d introduced herself. Sally and her two sons, Indy the shifter and Arlo (Johnny).
He hummed, his fingers stroking my shoulder for a long moment. “You should… you know. Go say good morning to him.”
“To who?” I asked, my voice high and weird.
“You know who,” he said, his tone teasing and light. “Lover boy out there.”
“Lover boy,” I snorted. “You were ready to rip his throat out for smelling me yesterday.”
“Yeah, well. Opinions change,” he said. “He’s not who I thought he was. He ain’t dangerous. In fact… he’s a pretty good guy who I wouldn’t mind…” Brody trailed off, but I knew what he was about to say.
A pretty good guy who he wouldn’t mind being in a pack with.
But there was the small problem of Indy belonging to a time thirty years before ours. So no matter if he’d make a good pack-mate, or if he had a bond with me like Brody did, he existed thirty years in our past.
And apparently, disappeared after a couple of years.
Oh, and we’d only known him for like… aday.
Any one of those things were enough to be a dealbreaker, but for some reason, despite all of my protestations otherwise, I didn’t care.
I didn’t care.
“You should go say good morning to him,” Brody coaxed. “I’ll stay in here so it’s not weird.”
I shot him an incredulous look. “I know you aren’t telling me to go sleep with this guy while you lay in here and listen to the bedsprings.”
“I never said sleep with him, Lily!” he protested half-heartedly, a grin spreading across his face the entire time. “That’s whereyourmind’s at.”
“My mind ain’t anywhere,” I countered, before realizing just what that sounded like, and giving up. I peeled the sheet off my legs and rose to my feet.
I was clad in only the t-shirt from the day before, which hit right around mid thigh on me untucked.
