Page 32 of One More Kiss

He leaned in closer and kissed me. His aftershave tickled my senses just as his five-o’clock shadow whispered against the skin of my cheek. Steve always smelled good. Like home.

“Hi, my beautiful wife.”

Yes, wife. I’d married him in a quiet ceremony on the ranch a few months after we started dating. Neither one of us wanted to wait. Picking where to live had proved harder than us deciding to spend the rest of our lives together. In the end, we’d bought a small house in Kate and Rye’s neighborhood, which was between the ranch and Nash and Aya’s place. I’d been happy to downsize and Steve loved the kitchen, where he liked to putter.

Steve still went over to Nash and Aya’s regularly to make sure they were eating well, and I’d head to the ranch a couple of times a week to bake in my kitchen and spend time with Cash.

“Want to sneak out of here early?” Steve asked, his tone suggestive. When he pressed his hips against mine, I giggled. Damn, it felt good to love.

“You know if you got plans, I’m going to be there with you.” I turned in his arms.

He kissed me, long, slow, and sweet—just what I needed. But Steve always knew what I needed.

“And I’m with you,” he said. “Every step of the way.”

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