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“Don’t babies need day schedules?” I asked.

“That depends on a lot of things. We’re crepuscular, technically, as wolves. So, sort of but not really, I guess.”

“Twilight and dusk and such?” I asked, double-checking my vocab.

“Yep,” Kirk nodded, his eyes drifting shut.

I twisted around to put my back to him and tugged on his arm until he spooned in behind me. I grabbed my phone and texted my friends back to let them know I was okay. Then I asked Grina to email my one open commission and explain the situation to the client. I couldn’t afford to lose work just becausemy body decided to be a big, fat traitor. Eventually, Kirk drifted off and with my wolf still so out cold inside his inner sanctum I wasn’t far behind him.

Chapter Six

Kirk

I woke up as dawn peeked in through the windows. Lar was there to do his last vital check on Chasten before shift change. My mate stirred as Lar took his pulse and blood pressure and snapped his teeth half asleep when he pricked his finger to check his blood sugar. I crossed my fingers, hoping that meant his wolf was fully out of sedation this morning.

“Is it behaving? What’s it at?” I asked while Chasten flashed my co-worker a sleepy-eyed, dirty look.

“One-oh-three,” Lar nodded. “Not bad. Pretty good actually since we just started management yesterday. Are you hungry?”

“I need about three gallons of coffee.”

“Hospital coffee sucks,” Lar and I said at the same time.

“But your guy can order some real coffee in for you if you like,” Lar added. “After breakfast we’ll give you another go at walking around.”

“Is he awake?” I asked Chasten.

“Sort of. He wants coffee too,” he said, stretching out reaching for the headboard with his fingertips and stretching his toes toward the end of his bed.

“I can do that as long as you eat. Well, I will either way. Gotta stop putting on my nurse voice with you,” I said, torn between wanting what was best for Chasten and not wanting to sound like a cave-alpha.

“It’s sorta sexy,” Chasten shrugged. “I’ll eat if it’s good food. Maybe not a bloody deer leg this early in the morning.”

“You’re in luck. The doctor didn’t place a special order for your breakfast like he did your dinner,” Lar laughed on his way out. “They’ll have it in here soon.”

“And I’ll order coffee,” I said, reaching over and grabbing my phone. “Oh, that reminds me. Did you let them know you were okay?”

“Who?”

“Your friends.”

“Oh, yeah. We talked a bit last night before you conked me out.”

“How did I conk you out?” I asked, opening the Coffee by Drone app on my phone.

“You were warm and comfy. Hard too but this is your job and---” he let his words trail off.

“What do you normally drink?” I asked, trying hard not to think about the morning wood that died off as soon as Lar entered the room.

“Anything iced or frapped,” he said, turning to rest his head on my shoulder.

“And let me guess, it’s pumpkin season?” I chuckled.

“What other season could it possibly be?”

“It’s gonna be diabetic friendly. Don’t need you spiking up this morning,” I said, praying he wasn’t about to bite me again. This wasn’t the time or place for foreplay after all.

“That will be acceptable,” Chasten frowned at me.

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