CHAPTER 27

“Wake up, sweet sleepyhead!”

Rowena groaned, pulling the covers over her head against the too-cheerful sound. The litany of incoherent mutters that grumbled through her buried lips became a shriek as the covers flew away and cold air doused her naked skin.

Before the comforter and blanket could hit the floor, she was bounding out of the bed.

“What the hell…”

Heath stopped the words in her throat with a breath-stealing kiss. By the time he let her up for air, she was nowhere close to cold.

“Oh… That was mean… pure evil…”

Rowena buried her face in the center of his chest and took a deep breath. Dirty tricks aside, there was something entirely pleasant about waking up with this man to warm her.

“I thought you were a morning person.”

Glancing over his shoulder, she took in the nice, big numbers on the bedside clock.

“That requires more than three hours of sleep, Dr. Lovejoy.”

“Oh, sorry, Miss Killian. I couldn’t let you sleep the day away.