Chapter Ten
Haley jolted awake to a noise that sounded an awful lot like a… motor. She sat bolt up, trying to clear the cobwebs and haze of repeated lovemaking from her brain. The early morning light cast the interior of the tent in a yellow glow. Axel stirred beside her, his hand pulling tight against her hips.
She was pleasantly sore this morning, whether from yesterday’s horse ride, or all the s*x, she wasn’t sure.
Footsteps crunched up on the other side of the tent flap. She clutched Axel’s arm and froze. Who the hell was out there?
“Rise and shine, sleepyheads,” Gunnar’s voice sounded through the tent.
Of course.
But how in the hell had he found them?
“Axe,” she hissed, and shook him. “Wake up. Your brother’s outside.”
He stretched and yawned, giving her a sleepy grin.
Jeez.
