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“You’re going to be okay in here?” Grant asked. He’d waited while she went into the bathroom to get ready for bed, and now he was sitting on the edge of the bed next to her.
“It’s a guest room, not a broom closet,” she teased. “I’ll be fine. I’m getting pretty good at being a houseguest, I guess.”
“My parents get up early, so the coffee will probably be ready before you get up.”
His parents had been nice to her, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to be alone with his mom before she was fully caffeinated. “Will you text me when you wake up?”
“Are you going to pretend you’re asleep until I go downstairs?”
His tone was teasing, but there was no judgment in it. The way he gave her space to pull back when she needed to was one of the reasons she’d fallen in love with him. “I might.”
“I’ll text you.” He pulled the quilt up to her shoulders. “You’re sure you’re warm enough?”
“I’m sure.”
When he leaned down and pressed his mouth to hers, she kept her arms under the quilt like a good girl. Even when his tongue flicked over her bottom lip. By the time he was done giving her a very thorough kiss goodnight, Wren was more than warm enough.
She chuckled when he had to clear his throat before he spoke. “I definitely have to go now. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Sweet dreams,” she responded, smiling when he groaned.
Chapter Seventeen
Wren had been afraid she wouldn’t be able to sleep without the sounds of the city. It was quiet here, except for crickets and the very occasional sound of a vehicle passing by on the road. But there was something about snuggling into warm blankets in a slightly chilly room that made sleeping easy and she woke to her phone chiming.
I’m awake. Are you sitting on the edge of your bed, fully dressed, waiting for me?
She’d expected to be. Not yet.
I’m going down. I’ll save you some coffee.
Because she didn’t want to hang out with his parents in her pajamas, she took her bag into the bathroom and got dressed and brushed her teeth before going downstairs.
They were all in the kitchen, and his mom smiled when she saw her. “Good morning. How did you sleep?”
“I don’t even remember the last time I slept so soundly. Thank you.”
“I don’t know how any of you sleep in that city. It’s like trying to sleep in the middle of an action movie. How do you like your eggs, Wren?”
“However everybody else is having them is fine.” She took the coffee mug Grant handed her and smiled her thanks.
“I’ll just scramble up a big batch, then.”
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
“I’ve already got the toast keeping warm in the oven, so just sit and drink your coffee. It’ll be ready in a few minutes.”
“It’s going to be warm today,” Grant said. “I was thinking we could take the snowmobile out for a spin.”
She gave him a look that made him laugh. She’d never been on a snowmobile and that word snow kept her from having any real desire to try it. “Define warm.”
“It’s supposed to hit twenty-five,” his dad said. “Perfect weather for it.”
Twenty-five degrees sounded like perfect weather for going back to bed. “I’m pretty sure I didn’t pack any clothes for going whatever-miles-per-hour through twenty-five degree air, but I’m sure it would have been fun. So sad. Maybe next time.”
“You can wear my gear, Wren,” his mom said from the stove. “It’ll be a little big on you, but not too bad.”
