Chapter NineNeedles of pain shot through Emily’s back. She’d fallen asleep on the sofa after breakfast, and the lumpy cushions had done nothing to support her body. She massaged the muscles around her kidneys and winced. Rotating her neck, she rubbed her shoulders.
“Hey, sleepyhead. You’re finally awake.” Gerard stood in the doorway to the kitchen, a towel tossed over his shoulder. “While you snored, I washed the dishes and checked supplies. Not much here, but it should keep us in good stead for a few days before we shop.”
Her face heated. “I didn’t snore. Did I?”
“Not too loudly.” He shook his head and chuckled. “Kidding. You didn’t make a peep.”
He winked, and she ducked her head to peer at her watch. Three hours had passed since she agreed to get some shut-eye in preparation for the
