At least he was wearing bottoms. Most of the time, Cooper slept in no more than what he'd been born wearing. Not that Belle minded. She took a drink of her coffee and started picking at her food.
"Mornin'," she greeted, offering him a feeble smile. God, how could she even tell him she didn't want him out of her sight after the last two nights? It wasn't that she didn't trust him. Oh no, she trusted him more than anybody in the whole damned world.
But she just couldn't get the image of him sprawled out on the floor of their bar out of her head. She swallowed hard. "I don't think they sent my nerve pills with us," she muttered absently.