e. Kids? Jeez. “I’d really like to talk to
Dr. Flynn, though, if you don’t mind.”
“Anything for you, baby. Anything. When would you
like to see him?”
“Sooner rather than later.”
“Okay. I’ll make the arrangements in the morning.” He
glances at the clock. “It’s late. We should sleep.” He shifts
to switch off his bedside light and pulls me against him.
I glance at the alarm clock. Crap, it’s three forty-five.
He curls his arms around me, his front to my back, and
nuzzles my neck. “I love you, Ana Steele, and I want you
by my side, always,” he murmurs as he kisses my neck.
“Now go to sleep.”