Chapter 262: Elijah

Even the alarm clock going off couldn't upset him.

He slowly drifted awake, his arm wrapped snugly around Hannah's waist, and slapped at his phone without even opening his eyes.

He may not have his eyes open, but he sure could manage a grin.

A big, shit-eating grin.

He figured after last night, he deserved the biggest, most shit-eating grin any red-blooded male had ever grinned.

Hannah grumbled sleepily about the alarm clock going off, and then snuggled back against him as if she'd been sleeping in his arms every night for a decade, and this was the most normal thing in the world to be lying there with him.

With any luck at all, she would be sleeping in his arms for the next ten years, and then fifty more after that. The way he figured it, he deserved a run of good luck after years of nothing but Sarah in his life.