Christianna
I wake to a gentle tapping at the bedroom door and Bass and Treble bounding from the foot of the bed, barking.
Ruiz’s voice carries from the other side. “Coulson will be here in an hour.”
Remy sits up and runs a hand through his hair. “We’ll be down in a bit.”
“What time is it? Didn’t we just go to sleep?” I try burrowing back into the pillow.
“I’m grabbing the shower,” Remy says, shuffling toward the bathroom. “It’s a little after eight,” he adds over his shoulder.
“Crap.” I lunge upright, instantly swarmed by my dogs. Erik and I take turns greeting them and giving them their morning cuddles.
“I’ll take them outside,” Erik says, pulling on a pair of sweats. “Would you like me to bring you up a cup of coffee?”
I nod. The man looks good in baggy sweats and bare feet. This is a great way to wake up. Remy’s sculpted ass disappearinginto the bathroom. Erik’s abs catching the morning light. I’m starting to understand what all the fuss is about.
I shake myself out of my thoughts and head for the closet to pick out an outfit.
I’m still in there debating when Remy walks in wearing nothing but a towel.
“Why the deep thoughts?” he asks, grabbing a pair of jeans and a polo.
I start to answer but lose my train of thought when he drops the towel and starts getting dressed. I’m staring, openly, and wondering if he tastes different than Erik. He’s bigger, too, and I wonder if I’d gag.
A sharp snap pulls me out of it, and I glance up guiltily.
He’s smiling.
“If we had time, I’d take you up on everything,” he says, leaning over to press a firm kiss to my lips. “Unfortunately, we have a big day. So get in the shower and meet me downstairs.”
He passes Erik and grabs the coffee he was bringing me. “You need an incentive, you can have coffee when you get downstairs.”
I sigh wistfully. Life is full of little disappointments. Shaking it off, I head for the shower and let the television debate take over my mind. Nothing brings clarity like sluicing hot water.
The yipping of excited dogs greets me as I walk into the kitchen. I instantly see why.
“No balls in the house,” I snap before Erik can throw it.
Meg, leaning against the counter and sipping her coffee, says dryly, “That’s what she said… not.”
I feel the heat travel up my cheeks and duck my head as Remy presses a mug of coffee into my hand.
“Let’s take the coffee outside and decide what we’re comfortable disclosing,” Remy suggests, scooping up the carafe.
Erik and the dogs are already outside, so Meg grabs his mug and follows.
When we step out, it’s overcast and slightly chilly. I take a sip from my mug to ward off the cold, then wrap both hands around it for warmth.
Meg plops down on the glider and pulls a blanket from the storage ottoman.
I slip in beside her, and we share the heat.
Erik tosses the ball again and glances over. “Are you going to do the interview?”
“I don’t know. How would it impact you?”
He turns to face me fully, ignoring the dogs dancing at his feet.
