Chapter 23

“Okay. I don’t think I can turn down a real bed.”

Ben eased back to his prone position, leaving more than ample room for Alonzo to get in on the other side. He watched every step of Alonzo’s disrobing, the shedding of his shirt, the stripping of his shoes and socks. Though he still wore his trousers when he came around the end of the bed, he felt naked under Ben’s tender scrutiny. His skin pinked long before he slid under the blankets, but the welcome of the soft mattress surpassed any of his unease.

The bed shifted when Ben leaned over and extinguished the lamp. Darkness embraced both of them, and Ben’s soft sigh drifted over.

“I think we should be safe from Cullen for a few days, at least,” he said. “Time enough to decide what to do next.”