Page 33 of Bulletproof Weeks

God, that couldn’t be right? Two in the afternoon?

Watery gray daylight barely lit the room. The tick of sleet against the window explained why she was still unconscious. It looked like it was early morning. Ah, January in the mountains. They were lucky they hadn’t hit weather on the drive in.

She read the text from Nic and fired back a quick reply. She wanted to surprise her at the store. If she could rouse her driver.

“What time is it?”

“I didn’t mean to wake you.” She burrowed under his arm as he rolled over to face her.

“My aching back woke me. Means I haven’t moved in way too long.”

“What time did we get in?”

He yawned and stuffed a pillow under his head. “Four.”

“Wow. Ten hours down.”

“Christ, no wonder my body hurts.”

His stomach roared and she laughed. “Hungry too.”

He leaned in and buried his face in her neck. “That, too.”

She laughed. “How about I take a shower, and you cook breakfast. I have to go into the store.”

“Ah, reality, how I hate you.”

“I’ll be back tonight to make it up to you.”

“I like that idea much better.” He brushed his cheek against hers. “Is that rain?”

“I think it’s sleet.”

He sighed. “This is why I normally come in the summer.”

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nbsp; “You look cute in winter hats.”

He rolled his eyes. “With that, I’m up.”

She laughed as he slid out of bed and padded out the door. “Logan.”

“What?”

“It’s twenty degrees. Aren’t you going to be cold?”

“Am I ever cold?” He called from the stairs.

“You will be when you go out to get my bag.”

“Crap.”

She laughed and scooted into the bathroom. One thing he didn’t skimp on was amenities. This part, she could definitely get used to. Heated floors and towel rack, along with the multi-headed shower made for a far longer shower than she usually took. She was rosy and warm by the time she was done and her bag sat on the bench at the end of his bed.

The smell of bacon lured her downstairs. She found him dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt wielding a spatula. A pile of crispy deliciousness filled a plate on the island along with orange juice and a carafe of coffee waiting for her.

“Eggs up in two minutes.”

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