“You do know you shall likely awake at 3 a.m. if you fall asleep before ten.” Sir Guy tilted his dark head and raised one skeptical brow.
She smothered another yawn. “Yep, I know. But it was a long day. The way that wind kept roaring–I thought we were back in South Dakota for a while–and if I wake up, well, I wake up.”
Ladywriter took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes, which were watering like mad. “Don’t worry, dear Sir Guy. I will put up the first Guyday Friday post early.” Slipping her glasses back on, she glanced up at him with a smile. “After all, can’t disappoint your devoted admirers, can we?”
A flash of gleaming white teeth. “Oh, no. That would never do,” Sir Guy purred.