Chapter 8
“Rise and shine, Counselor.” A hand smacked down on his butt, jolting Harry awake. “I want pie.”
“Pie?” His mumble was absorbed by the pillow he was face down in.
“Yes, pie. Up and at ‘em!”
Becky. Definitely Becky. She began poking at his ribs. Probing until she found…
“s**t!”
He tried to roll away but he was snarled in the sheets and couldn’t seem to escape her fingers.
“Damn it, woman!” His ticklish spot was very ticklish.
He made a grab for her, but she made good her escape.
Opening one eye, he surveyed the situation. Beautiful woman wearing clothes (damn it), one crutch, and an evil grin. She stood in a pool of sunlight that made her dark-blond hair shine.
“The court wants her pie and she wants it now.”
Woman in sunlight. Sunlight? “s**t!” He twisted around to look
