John’s cell phone trilled for a second time and he dug his head into the pillow with a growl. One day he’d learn not to leave his phone within earshot while he was sleeping. One day.
He would have ignored the phone and chased sleep again, but for the weight to his left that reminded him that he wasn’t sleeping alone. A pleasant rush of warmth travelled his body, and John smiled at the sensation even as he reached for the nightstand and felt around for his phone.
“Mine,” Parker sighed and pulled himself upright. “Let me check and see who it is I have to kill.”
The bedroom was full of light, and warm, dry breezes turned the gauzy curtains into billowing skirts. Beyond the windows countless birds sang warnings that it was far too late to still be buried under sheets and blankets, but John
