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She smiled against my skin. "Merry Christmas, cowboy."
Within minutes, we were both asleep.
Chapter Five
Tinsley
Iwoke to the sound of frantic scratching.
My eyes opened slowly, brain foggy with sleep and champagne and the best sex of my entire life. Warm skin pressed against my back. A muscled arm draped over my waist. TJ's breath stirred my hair in gentle puffs.
The scratching came again—more insistent this time, followed by a pitiful whimper.
Twinkle.
"She needs to go out," TJ mumbled against my neck.
"What time is it?" I fumbled for my phone on the nightstand. "Oh god. It's only six-thirty."
"Ranch hours." He pressed a kiss to my shoulder. "Sorry."
The scratching turned to full-on pawing at the door.
"Coming, baby girl!"
I looked down at myself. Naked. "Um."
TJ sat up, his hair sticking in about seventeen directions. The sheet pooled around his waist, revealing that chest I'd had my hands—and mouth—all over last night. My face went hot.
"Morning," he said with a slow smile.
"Morning." I grabbed his thermal shirt from the floor and pulled it on. It hit mid-thigh, smelling like him—hay and leather and spice.
When I glanced back, he was staring.
"What?"
"You. In my shirt." His voice went low. "That's a good look."
"Focus, cowboy. Dog first, staring later."
He laughed and climbed out of bed—unselfconsciously naked—and pulled on his jeans. No underwear. My mouth went dry.
Down the hall, I opened the second bedroom door. Twinkle launched herself at my legs, tail wagging so hard her whole back end shimmied.
