Page 57 of Manhattan Heart

“At least not all of you is moody.”

Her heartbeats increase.

I want her so bad. I’ll risk anything to take her to the floor.

My wife has other ideas when she moves me back. “Time for bed.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Sleep, you moody bastard. Come on.” She takes my hand and we go through the house making sure it’s closed down. “I like this grumpier you, sugar D.” she tells me halfway up the stairs. It’s taking an age. I feel five hundred. “But can I get my sweet boy back soon?”

Fuck, she slays me.

At the top of the stairs, she starts towards our bedroom but I stop her and pull her into my arms. She gasps but wraps both her arms around my waist while I hold the back of her head and her waist.

I don’t hold her urgently, but I love her urgently. Always.

“This is nice, but can we hug in bed instead?” She says sweetly and then because I know my sour wife is a little devil, she adds. “My oldie hubby needs to get his rest.”

I growl and swat her ass and she laughs.

I do take her to bed.

But that ass swat is the only action we see.

Fucking sex ban.

No wonder I’m moody.

C HA P T E R 17

India

“I think Ronan is cheating on me.”

As conversation stoppers go, that from Catie is quite the doozy and brings us all to a screeching halt.

Sena looks at me. I look at Gabby and then it’s Catie’s best friend who speaks first. “What the fuck? I’ll murder him.”

Yeah, Gabby has no chill.

I bet it’s the mafia boss’ influence rubbing off on her.

“Honey, what makes you think that?” Sena asks sympathetically southern. I bet she’s ready to whip out the jug of overly sweet ice tea.

Gray is four weeks into his recovery and thank god he’s doing so much better. His sexy stride is back to normal, his confidence level is back to sweetness and the wound on his rib cage is finally beginning to close up according to the nurse who is coming every four days now to repack it.

It was Gray’s idea for me to get out of the house and meet the girls over at Sena’s place.

So, armed with a box of donuts we now are sitting in her sunroom facing the backyard where my two hooligans are going hell fire charging around after a ball.

I swear, I can’t take them anywhere without them causing a ruckus. God, I love them.

I assumed donuts, gossip and a lot of coffee.

Not for Catie to look as pale as a ghost and sadness in her eyes.

I don’t believe it. Ronan always appears crazy about her. Like level three stalker kind of crazy in love.

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