Safe.
And there.
Gillian smirked at Dewi when she returned to the kitchen after one such check. “Just put the baby monitor in there,” she teased. “You can watch him sleep that way.”
Dewi started to reach for the door to go do just that, then rested her forehead against it. “No.” Resignation filled her. “I have to learn how not to freak out over every little thing.”
Gillian leaned against the counter. “Now that’s a huge step in the right direction,” she said. “Look, I get it. My situation is a little different than yours, because Peyton’s a Prime and Ken’s not a shifter. But I completely understand your fear.” She blew out a long breath. “Believe me, I know.”
Dewi turned, crossed the kitchen, and hugged her. “I guess I shouldn’t be bitching when you’ve had it worse.”
“Hey, kiddo, it’s not a contest. And you had every right to be terrified when they drove off that damned mountain.” She offered Dewi a playful smile. “Don’t forget the other part of the equation,” she said.
“What?”
Gillian grinned. “Guilty make-up sex for causing a scare is usually haaawt.”
“Argh! No!” Dewi stuck her fingers in her ears. “La la lala not listening! Bad enough I learned you guys did it for the first time behind a dumpster!”
The older woman cackled.
Ken
When he opened his eyes, it looked like it was dark outside, but the room wasn’t moving, and it felt like he was in the bed in the cabin.
Good. I didn’t hallucinate making it back to Idaho. Yay.
Because, frankly, as perpetually sleep-deprived as he’d been since before leaving Idaho, he wasn’t altogether certain he hadn’t been hallucinating.
He felt like he could go back to sleep, too.
Except right now, his bladder screamed at him to take care of business.
When he climbed out of bed, he realized not only was he still fully dressed and had landed on top of the covers, he never took his shoes off.
“Dewi?” But he suspected he was alone in the cabin, because the baby wasn’t in her crib.
After taking care of his bladder, kicking off his shoes, and stripping down to his briefs, he found his phone where he’d apparently set it on the nightstand and looked at the time.
10:37.
Okay, still lots of night left to sleep.
He closed his eyes, but something bugged him.
Finally, he sat up again and pulled his phone up to his face. The system time had reset when he’d landed in Seattle, and he knew it should be accurate to local time.
But that doesn’t make…sense.
Because no way he only slept for a few minutes. In fact, the drive from Spokane had to take longer than that.
Right?
Then his stomach let out a hellacious growl.
Oh.
He tried a third time to make sense of his phone and realized no, he hadn’t slept for only a few minutes.
