VOLUME EIGHT: THE SHERIFF'S CHRISTMAS

December 15th

Mitch smiled; he knew it was early. Mitch was an early riser, always had been and now he was used to sleeping in short intervals. Ronnie, not so much.

He lifted his knee onto Ronnie's hip and "spooned," snuggly warm under sheets, blankets and a quilt. It was chilly in their bedroom, but a comfortable sleeping temperature.

His arm wrapped around Ronnie and he held a breast in his hand. Moving a couple ...