Wren
I come awake slowly, my body stretching pleasurably around Trace’s muscled frame. When I feel him poke me hard in the arm, I gaze up and meet his beautiful eyes, “What’s wrong?” I croak out sleepily.
Trace arches a brow and points to his waist. Smiling slily, I look down and nearly choke when I see that Jinxy is sleeping on top of his blanket-covered groin. Giggling mirthfully, I sit up and reach for the hefty cat. When I reach for her, Jinxy opens one eye and glares at me, nuzzling further into Trace, making Trace wince.
I give Trace a “be patient” look before turning to the cat and patting the empty space beside me, “Come on, Jinxy. Come here, sweetie.”
Jinxy is unimpressed as she closes her eye and remains where she is.
Trace glances back up at me and signs, “Get her off my
