Cat Nap

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The winter morning air was clean and clear as glass—and sharp enough to cut like glass, too. But he didn’t mind the cold. After all, he was rested, invigorated . . . and he had a good coat.

He inhaled deeply, closing his eyes against the dawn sunlight. It had been so wonderful this morning, waking up and finding himself lying in bed with Sunny, enjoying the shared body warmth, the closeness, the intoxicating smell of her. And when she’d sighed sleepily and put her arms around him . . . oh, yes, that had been wonderful.

Now he felt badly about the way he’d treated her after they’d gotten up. He’d quietly followed her down the stairs while she blearily bumbled her way to the kitchen to start breakfast. She’d opened the back door and stood there for a moment, sucking in her breath and then retreating with a sneeze when the chilly weather outside invaded the room with a blast of air that seemed to penetrate to every corner.

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