The beep-beep-beep of the alarm jarred Brad awake. Hank moved away from him and hit the snooze button and rolled back so he was spooned against Brad once more.
Hank kissed Brad’s shoulder. “Good mornin’, darlin’,” he mumbled sleepily.
While the alarm hadn’t seemed to disturb Greta’s sleep, Hank’s greeting did. She scrambled up from her place at the end of the bed, where she now seemed to sleep more regularly than in her doggie bed, and began to give Brad good morning kisses as well.
Brad rolled onto his back and held the puppy above him. She wiggled and strained to continue her barrage of kisses, her pink tongue darting in and out of her mouth as she whined her displeasure at not being able to reach her target.
Hank, still lying against Brad’s side, reached up and scratched her bac
