Page 22 of Beach Reads
Sure: Maisie’s an elderly lady who lives on our street and fusses over our son every time we push the stroller past. She’s watched him a couple of times before, and it’s so great. Like handing him over to mission control. The lady knows what she’s doing.
“Perfect,” I breathe, sagging against the nearest flat surface. “I love him so much, I do, and I don’t want to go back to work yet, but a night off would be…”
“Titillating.” Not the word I was going for, but Jesse’s eyes sparkle as he runs a fingertip down my arm. A blush blooms over my chest beneath my clothes. “I’ll make it a night to remember. I promise.”
I bet he will. Jesse Hendry has played a lot of roles over the last five years, but the one he’s always taken most seriously ishusband.
“You’re a godsend.”
His lips find my jaw. “It’s what you’re owed, baby.”
My breath hitches and I sway forward, but the watery gurgle from my shoulder jolts me back to earth.
“Later,” Jesse says, stepping back before planting a kiss on our son’s head. If those thick brown tufts are anything to go by, he’ll be his father’s spitting image one day. “Later, you’re all mine.”
Yup.
Later, and right now, too.
Every minute of every damn day.
