Page 25 of From Coast to Coast (Offsides #4)

Troy

Sam snores softly, breath puffing across my chest as he sleeps. He smells like sunscreen and campfire smoke. Peeking over his head, I stretch my arm out carefully until my fingers brush the bedside table. Lifting my phone, I note the time: 4:45 a.m. Probably too early to be awake on vacation, but I’ve never been good at sleeping in.