33. Farrow

I woke to the caw of birds outside the window and nearby waves walloping the shoreline.

With a contented groan, I stretched my arms over my head and glanced at Nicolette sleeping beside me. A smile stretched across my lips. I liked sleeping in a bed with her. My fingers coasted over her hair, careful not to disturb her. She looked so young and innocent in rest.

Wanting to keep it that way, I eased off the mattress and found my clothes piled on the floor where I’d dropped them last night.

Once dressed, I padded barefoot to the door and opened it quietly, peeking into the front room.

If I was lucky, no one else would be awake yet. I could sneak back to my bedroll without Bison or Indigo realizing I’d been with Nicolette at all last night.

From the table, however, both Indigo and Bison turned from where they’d been sitting and talking, and they each gave me a severe once-over.

Dammit. Busted.

The High Clifter scowled irritably, his eyes bleary with signs of sleeplessness. But the e