I could tell by his even breathing that he was still deep in sleep, so using my best ninja skills—or lack thereof—I wiggled my way out from underneath his heavy arm and slipped out of bed. I stumbled my way across the room to the bathroom not fully awake.
Mornings weren't even semi tolerable until I've had caffeine.
I did my business and washed my hands. I even tossed some water on my face in hopes that it would wake me up some, but it was no use. I probably looked like a drunken sailor as I made my way back into the bedroom.
Still half asleep I threw on a shirt and a pair of panties and went in search of coffee. I made it as far as the kitchen before I realized I wasn't alone.
"Gah!" I screeched and took off for the stairs at a dead run.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Graham
As I slowly woke up, I realized I was alone. The spot where Sarah slept was still warm, which meant she hadn't been up for very long. I took a moment to stretch before going in search of her. I didn't even get a full minute before I heard footsteps pounding heavily on the staircase as if someone was running up them.
That got my full attention. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and reached for the gun I kept in the nightstand.
Barely five seconds later, Sarah came crashing through the bedroom door completely out of breath.
Despite being stark naked, I was ready to take on whatever scared her.
"What happened?" I pushed her behind me and waited for someone to come through the door after her but no one did.
"Andrew just saw me in my panties," she hissed from her position behind me.
All the adrenaline pumping through my veins drained out of me and all I could do was laugh.
"It's not funny," she exclaimed. "I went to the kitchen to find some coffee and he was sitting there at the island."
"Of course he was." I continued to laugh. "He lives here."
"I know he does. I just temporarily forgot while I was on the hunt for caffeine and now I've scarred the poor kid."
"I doubt you scarred him. Shocked him maybe but definitely not scarred." I wrapped her up with the hand that wasn't holding the gun and squeezed her ass. It was a very delectable ass that I wanted nothing more than to bite.
Sarah groaned and buried her head into my bare chest. Then she realized I was completely naked because she stepped back and popped her brow at me. "Why are you naked?" Her eyes drifted down to the gun in my hand. "And why do you have that?"
"I'm naked because that's how we fell asleep and I happened to wake up alone. Very disappointing, by the way." I told her matter-of-factly. "And I grabbed the gun because I heard you running up the stairs like someone was chasing you. I didn't know what to think, so I just reacted."
"Where do you keep it?"
Clearly I was a little slow this morning because I had to ask, "Keep what?"
"The gun. Where do you keep it?"
"Oh." I looked down at the object we were discussing before meeting her eyes. "This particular one is kept in the nightstand."
"This one? You mean there are others in the house?"
I hoped this wasn't going to be a problem. Guns were part of my life. "A couple. I can show you today where they all are."
"What about Andrew?"
Ah, so her concern was for my son. That was good to know.
"What about him? He knows where they are as well and he knows how to shoot. I taught him young despite his mother’sprotests. He also knows they aren't toys and he is only to use them in an emergency."
I drilled gun safety into my son’s head at a very young age but I also wanted them normalized so that he wasn't tempted to explore.
