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The shrill beep of the alarm had Eric groaning. He reached out and slapped around on the bedside table. When his fingers found the clock, he took great joy in slamming his hand down on the snooze button. Tugging the blanket up over his head to block out the world, he was just about ready to catch a few more Z’s when the covers were rudely yanked off the bed. Eric grabbed his pillow and hurled it at the German Shepherd he knew was there. The pillow came back, whacking him square in the face.
“What the fuck?” He sat up so quickly, he made himself lightheaded.
“About time you woke up.”
Rolling his eyes, Eric fell backward onto the bed with a groan. “What are you doing here, Scott? I thought you were taking a vacation.” He felt the bed dip beside him.
“I am. So are you. I gave Rusty a couple of weeks off.”
“Huh? He’s a seeing-eye dog, Scott. You know, trained for it? They don’t have days off.”
Scott chuckled, the sound deep and rich and… Whoa. No fantasizing about your best friend, dude.
“Well, Rusty has two weeks off,” Scott said. “And so do you. We’re going on a cruise.”
“What? I can’t go on a cruise, you idiot! I’ll fall off the boat!”
Hot breath suddenly caressed Eric’s right ear. “Not with me standing guard,” Scott whispered.
Eric barely managed to suppress the shiver. …
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