The growling sound of a motorcycle woke Suzie up. Rolling sleepily out of bed, she peeked out the window in time to see Hunter on a big, black Harley, gliding away down the street. Did the man not have an un-sexy bone in his body? Why couldn't he drive a Vespa? And where was he off to so early? Not that she cared, of course.
Suzie stretched, rubbing her bleary eyes, and looked at the clock. Gasp! Eight o'clock. How the hell had she managed to sleep in? Oh God, the children.
She raced out of her room and right into the kids' room. Rumpled beds, but no kids. Flying again down the stairs, she skidded into the living room and sighed with relief as two little heads swiveled around from the television they were watching.
"Morning, Mommy," they sang.
"Morning, angels. How long have you been u
