He nodded his head. “They’ve got great steaks.”
She laughed. “That’s exactly how we met—over a steak, and then you took me to Carnivore Cuts.”
He nodded, appearing impressed with his past self. “I approve.”
She gave him a teasing look. “You begged a little.”
He grinned. “I bet I did.”
“We went to WyldeWoode Waystation Hotel—the Penthouse.”
He raised his eyebrows. “You must’ve really wanted to get in my pants.”
She laughed. “You paid, not me.”
He took her hand and kissed her knuckles, then nibbled on one. She bit her lower lip, and watched, feeling charmed by this male.
“We were there for three days and nights. We didn’t leave the room once.”
“Damn. Sounds like a good time.”
They lapsed into comfortable silence. Sage pulled her hand back under the warm blankets. She could think of a thousand things to say, but she kept quiet, listening to the wind all around them, drinking in the glittering sight of Serenity stretching out in the dark.
After a while, she realized she was falling asleep. She looked at Canyon, and his chin was on his chest, his eyes closed.
“Canyon,” she whispered, plucking at his sleeve.
He opened his eyes, piercing her with his gaze in the dark. Her breath hitched. The male was solid, and strong, and she wanted him.
“Sleep,” he muttered.
“Okay,” she whispered. Her mind was wired, while her body was exhausted, but would they really sleep?
He stood and unzipped the tent. They kicked off their shoes, then went in, Canyon peeling off his hoodie and shirt, then dropping his pants, revealing dark boxers. He folded everything neatly in the moonlight, then climbed into what looked like two sleeping bags zipped together, his head facing toward the tent opening.
He opened the bag and motioned for her to get in. “It’ll be warm once we’re both in.”
Sage threw the blanket on top of the sleeping bags, then took off her jacket. She left her shirt on, then unbuttoned and stepped out of her pants.
“Sexy ass,” Canyon said, growling softly.
Sage smiled and climbed into the sleeping bag and entwined her legs with his, murmuring, “You’re so warm.”
He pulled her close, making her the little spoon. She turned her head so she could stargaze, and he kissed the top of her head, snuggling closely, his breathing slowing quickly.
Sage felt safer than she ever felt at home in her own bed. She snuggled close to the strong male and stared at the stars until her eyes drifted closed.
Sage slept, wrapped up in the arms of avodon one bluff, while her family hid from thevodon another.
***
:4 a.m. Time for Timber’s 5th Foxglove application—
Sage opened her eyes, hearing Wulf speak from somewhere nearby.
“I’ll get it,” she said. She fumbled around in starlight to find her pants and pull them on.
“I’ll come,” Canyon said, his sleepy voice sexy.
