Chapter Nine
Delilah woke in stages. The first stage began with a loud sigh. It felt good to be warm. Hell, she felt downright toasty. She hadn’t thought she would ever feel her fingers and toes again. In fact, she felt so comfy that she decided to roll over and sleep some more.
The second stage was a little trickier. Her bladder was telling her it was time to take care of business. She barely remembered pushing the warm, silky cover aside, much less padding to the bathroom and then back to the bed. The dogs were curled up on their side. A glance out the window showed her that it was dark. She mumbled for Moonshine to scoot over when he stretched out.
“Move your hairy ass over, Moon,” she grumbled, crawling back in the warm bed and pulling the soft, silky golden blanket back over her.
