Chapter 23

            Bruce opened his eyes with Beverly in his arms. Her head rested on his chest along with her hand over one of his pecs. They must have fallen asleep. He stretched his arm out to grab his phone. It was seven-thirty. He had slept past five a.m. again.

            “Beverly,” he said hoarsely.

            She stirred.

            “Beverly,” he called again as he looked down at her.

            She purred like a cat who didn’t want to move. Her hand slid down his chest to his abdomen.

            Bruce grabbed her hand before she could drag it any lower. “Beverly,” he said loud