Taz woke before Jeremy, but the exhaustion still rippled through her as she stayed nestled in his arms. She’d never had a lover who was a cuddler, even in their sleep. It made her want to laugh at the strangeness and laugh again at how good it felt.
She risked opening one eye. The orange glow around the edges of the window curtains said that dawn was fast approaching.
The team house had become a home, of sorts. Ten minutes from the Tacoma office, it overlooked the waterfront at Gig Harbor in southern Puget Sound. Mike and Holly shared one room, she and Jeremy another. Andi had the one that used to be Holly’s, and Miranda occasionally stayed on the spare bed.
Not last night. The very second that Andi had landed the helicopter outside the Tacoma hangar, Miranda had raced to the Mooney M20
