Page 20 of Rock Chick Bonus Tracks

He opened his eyes, got up on his forearm and listened to the house.

Only then did a smile curve his lips.

They were in the kitchen.

He grabbed the covers, threw them off, snatched his pajama bottoms from the floor and headed to the bathroom. After taking care of business, wearing the bottoms, he was leaving the bathroom just as Roxie and Shamus walked into the bedroom.

She was carrying a tray he’d never seen before. It had little legs on it, and from what he could smell, on the plate on top, there was bacon.

She was also wearing a dark-gray sleep dress that hugged her curves and fell to her ankles. It had long sleeves that fit close and a notch on a collar that dipped down to expose her collarbone.

He had no idea how she managed to make a winter nightdress sexy, but one thing his woman found easy to do: make pretty much anything sexy.

Shamus danced to Hank.

Roxie glared at him. “You’re up!”

He grinned at her and pointed out the obvious. “Yeah.”

“I can’t serve you breakfast in bed when you’re notinthe bed,” she informed him.

Fighting a smile, he gave his dog’s head a rubdown before he sauntered to the bed, adjusted the pillows and then reclined, straightening his legs.

She plopped the tray over his thighs.

And yeah, there was bacon.

Also, his favorite. Roxie’s stuffed French toast, the pat of butter still melting and mixing with an overabundance of maple syrup poured over the top, just as he liked it.

She’d been with him now for a while. Through her drama, them being separated while she dealt with moving to Denver (a time he didn’t like all that much, the primary reason why he’d colluded with Tex to get her to move right in with him when she returned, an endeavor that was thankfully a success), then Roxie coming home, moving in with him and them surviving the most recent drama.

Barely.

Now, they were back to normal.

He liked Roxie beside him in his life and his bed a whole fuckuva lot. He liked walking his dog with her. He liked looking at her and listening to her. He liked going to the movies with her and going to the grocery store with her. He liked coming home to her. He liked seeing her face light up when he walked into the house and cooking dinner with her and watching TV with her and listening to her when he made her laugh. He even liked being her rock when shit went south with the Rock Chicks.

He just liked her.

But he liked their normal the best.

Like now.

She rounded the bed and hiked up the bottom of her nightdress exposing shapely legs all the way up to her thighs (again, sexy).

She climbed in opposite him, then said a gentle, “Shamus, no, not this time. Daddy’s eating,” when their dog tried to climb in too.

Shamus whined.

“I’m sorry, baby,” she cooed. “He’ll be done soon and then you can come up.”

Right, and he liked how much she loved his dog, and how much Shamus loved her too.

Though she was correct, he would be done with his breakfast soon (Roxie’s French toast never lasted long before he downed it), but Shamus wouldn’t be getting on the bed when he was finished.

It was Saturday. For once in the Rock Chick World, they not only had no dramas, they had no plans.

But Hank did, and they heavily involved this bed, so Shamus wasn’t invited.

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