Chapter 9
Caleb
I hardly sleep at all, which is unheard of for me, especially in winter. It’s like my bear thinks it’s summer or something. He’s happy.
I mean really happy. Who knew all he needed was to bang a pretty scientist?
Even my guilt can’t take away his joy.
Fuck, I’m downright chipper as I slip out of bed at the crack of dawn and start the coffee machine. A half hour later I’ve prepped everything necessary to make salmon, spinach and cream cheese omelets and I have potatoes and onions sautéing on the stove.
“Oh my God, it smells amazing in here.”
I turn to watch Miranda’s entrance. She comes out in her tank top and my sweat pants, dog trotting at her feet. She’s adorably disheveled, her thick hair a mess from the hard f*****g I gave her last night, her green eyes bright aga
