WREN

I nudged Hawk with my foot. He groaned and rolled away, giving me his back.

“Wake the fuck up, Hawk,” I snarled. I was running on only four hours of sleep, thanks to his barging into my apartment beaten and bloody. Then, there was my visit to Bane. The man who was even sexier in person.

Before I got sucked into those thoughts, I walked into the kitchen to get some coffee. I made enough for both of us, taking the cup into the living room. Hawk had gotten himself vertical, which was a good start.

“Drink this,” I told him, shoving the coffee under his nose.

He grabbed...