Not to be left out, Daisy nudged her nose under his hand, demanding pets. He rubbed the top of her soft head.
“I have appointments first thing tomorrow morning,” he said.
“Me too. Monday is always my busiest day. The rescue farm is in New Jersey. A short trip by train. We should be back well before dark.” Fiona stood and grabbed a blue silky bathrobe from a hook behind her closet door and, to his disappointment, slid it on.
When he didn’t agree to go right away, she added, “We can take up right where we left off when we return.” She threw her head back and gave a howl.
“I was kind of hoping for another spaceship launch.” He gave her a wink, hardening at the thought of her on top, going through her countdown procedure again.
She held up a finger. “I have an idea. We could launch some seafaring werewolves into space.”
“I’m not sure I could howl in a pirate accent,” he said.
“I have faith in you, Jacob Ward.” She snapped her fingers, and both dogs hopped off the bed. She reached out and took a book from the tall bookcase next to the closet door. “How about this one when we return?”
She pitched the book to him and sauntered from the room, dogs at her heels.
The Vampire’s Lover.
Jacob tilted his head back and laughed. Thinking about getting her back in bed again wasn’t making it easier to get out of bed right now, which was critical if he wanted to spend more time with her. And he definitely wanted more time with her, even if it was at an animal rescue farm.