Chapter 47

Close enough to touch. Softly, I laid my hand on his belly and ran my fingers through his delicious hair. I never could keep my hands off him. And why should I? He was mine. My husband. My best friend. My beloved.

He stirred under my touch. “Sawyer?” he mumbled without opening his eyes, turning his head toward me and burying his face against my shoulder. He shivered. “You’re cold. How long were you in the water?”

“Long enough for you to fall asleep.” I rubbed my nose on the top of his head and let out a happy sigh.

“Mmm. Sorry.” He turned completely toward me and hooked his leg over mine.

“Don’t be, honey. You obviously needed it.”

“Mmm.”

We cuddled close for a long time. Listened to the water washing up on the shore. To seagulls flying in circles over the lake, cawing. To the people laughing and shrieking as they splashed each other. We enjoyed being still for once.

“I’m so happy we came here,” Preston mumbled.

“Me, too.”