Chapter Five

Minnie woke up to the smell of coffee and cinnamon rolls, her favorite. She felt perfectly sore and sated. Smiling at the memory of the bedroom gymnastics, she stood and ambled over to the tiny bathroom.

Her Wolf hearing was good, but she could barely make out the murmurs of Nicholas talking on his phone as she hurried through a shower and rummaged through his closet for something to wear.

She chose a pair of compression leggings—the kind joggers wore in the cold—and a long-sleeved t-shirt, foregoing underthings which were not handy at the moment.

“Morning,” she murmured, walking into the tiny kitchen, and trying not to gawk at the picture he made in a pair of loose sweatpants.

He spun around, abs on point, and grinned at her, nodding over to where a plate of warm cinnamon buns sat with an extra-large coffee that smelled heavenly. Minnie growled in approval as she sipped. One cream, no sugar—how did he know?