The warm nudge at his shoulder interrupted the best dream, one with him and Jarrett and a deserted beach. Eli tried to shrug it off, but a second one nudged even harder, this time accompanied with a hissed, “Eli, wake up.”
Trev. Awareness broke through Eli’s sleep, forcing him to pry his eyes open.
“What is it?” he grumbled. Then, he remembered whose bed he was in, and more, who was sharing it with him. Weight molded to his back, a strong arm around his waist. It hadn’t moved a fraction since he’d awakened. He took care lifting his gaze up to see Trevor crouched next to the bed. “Please don’t tell me you’re kicking us out.”
“Now would I do such a d**k move?”
Eli blinked. “No, no, of course not.”
“Then come on. You need to see something.”
“What time is it?”
“Four-thirty.”
“In the mo
