“I said, eyes closed, smiling drowsily, the scent of bacon in the air. “I picked the right vampire.”
I’d thought I was alone, that Ethan was in the kitchen preparing breakfast. I nearly jumped when I heard his voice.
“I’m right here, Sentinel.”
I opened my eyes, found him a few feet away, pulling a belt through jeans, still shirtless.
“Bacon?” It was a query, an accusation, a wish.
“I believe the Pack is making you breakfast.”
That had me sitting up and grabbing clothing to change faster than most things would have.
“Should I be insulted that you’re so eager to enjoy another man’s pork?”
I leaned out of the bathroom, toothbrush mid-swipe, and grinned. “Ethan Sullivan, did you just make a joke?”
He hadn’t, at least from the look on his face. But I wasn’t threatened by the possessiveness in his eyes.
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