“I couldn’t sleep anymore. And I’ve been thinking.”

“Ugh,” he said with a dramatic groan. “Any time you get to thinking, it costs me money.”

Lizzie responded with a big giddy smile.

Grinning, he shook his head. “It’s a good thing you’re so damned cute, or I might be tempted to be annoyed with you for waking me up at the butt crack of dawn.”

“You love me too much to be annoyed with me, and you have to admit I have good ideas.”

He sat up and took the mug from her. “They’re not all bad.”

Lizzie waited until he’d had three big sips of coffee. “So about this home for the aged that everyone was talking about last night…”

“What about it?”

“I want to go see the old school that Paul mentioned. He said the town is about to list it for sale.”

“When do you want to do this?”

“Um, now?”

“Lizzie! It’s seven o’clock in the morning on the one day we take to chill out and do nothing. Does it have to be right now?”

She smiled again, knowing that was all it took to get him to see things her way. He loved to see her smiling and happy, so she played her best card.

“I never knew you were so devious when I married you.”

“You did, too. Now get your lazy butt out of bed and drive me to see this school.” She started to get up, but he took hold of her hand, stopping her from getting away.

“On one condition.”

“What?”

“When we get back, we spend the rest of the morning in bed.”

She raised a saucy brow. “Sleeping?”

“You’ve got me wide awake after a good night’s sleep. I doubt I’ll need more sleep for many, many hours.”

He was so damned sexy, especially first thing in the morning with his blond hair standing on end and his jaw covered in whiskers.

Lizzie pretended to think about his very tempting offer for a moment or two. “Okay, we have a deal. Now get up.” She’d showered an hour ago and was already dressed. She tugged on his hand to “help” him up.

He groaned as he let her pull him out of bed.

Lizzie took a good long look at her gorgeous husband, who stood before her fully nude and fully erect. She licked her lips.

“Don’t do that and then tell me we’ve got to go somewhere.”

“What did I do?”

“You looked and you licked.”

Lizzie laughed at the foul expression that marred his handsome face. “You’re so grumpy in the morning.”

He hooked an arm around her waist. “I’m only grumpy when I get blasted out of bed far too early by my beautiful but exasperating wife who’s like a little kid at Christmas every time she gets one of her big ideas.”