Chapter 7
“Time to get up.”
Teague’s eyes snapped open and his hands fisted until he realized the blurry person kneeling beside him was Keir. “Some backup I am,” Teague muttered, feeling around until he found where his glasses had ended up.
“Well, you didn’t get a nap yesterday, the way I did,” Keir said. “Get back to the motel and sleep. I’ll join you there later.”
“How will you get in?”
“At that place? A two-year-old could pick the lock with his diaper pin. Just make sure you don’t put the security latch on.”
By the time Keir had finished talking; Teague was awake enough to realize he was shivering in the cool, early morning air. With a grin, Keir dug a well-used hoodie from his pack. Teague put it on, which helped. Just not enough to make him really warm. Still, it was better than
