“Okay. And for you, Jaxon?”
He grins at me. “The same please.”
“You got it.”
Maggie takes out menus and grins. “No making out in my booths, you two. I’ll be back with your food.”
And she disappears and we’re alone again. Jax smiles at me. “So, Mrs. Peters. How are you feeling?”
“I’m wonderful, Mr. Peters.” I lean in and kiss him gently, feeling that now-familiar surge of desire that rolls over me every time I touch him.
He tugs me over until I’m plastered to his side. “I can feel that,” he chuckles.
Wincing, I roll my eyes. “You’re so bad.”
“And you love it.”
I giggle. “Of course I do.”
We talk softly, our hands entwined, our bodies facing each other like two halves of a magnet honed in on each other.
Maggie shows up with our food too soon but she grins at us. “I said no making out. Get your ass away from her, Jaxon Peters.”
He growls but doesn’t fight her on it. After all, this is Maggie’s Place. And nobody tells Maggie what to do in her own place.
Not even the sexy man grinning at me, wearing a wedding band that matches mine and a smile that turns his amber eyes to gold.
He holds out a fry to me and I bite the end off. His mouth comes down to briefly touch my lips. “I love you, Red.”
“Love you more, Jax. Love you more.”
Each day is a new space and time for us. Each time a new chance to find out what makes the other tick. A new chance to claim each other for the rest of our lives.
We don’t know how long that will be but the one thing we know for sure is that we’ll face it head-on. Together.
Epilogue: Jaxon
She’s more beautiful every damn day. Her hair isn’t red anymore. It’s pure white and curls around her pale cheeks, flushed pink with excitement. Her green eyes have a little network of lines around them but it doesn’t make them sparkle any less.
And her curves? A little more abundant. A little rounder, more womanly.
But those curves gave us love and life with our two children.
Rayne and Sunny giggle as they help their mother make dinner. Our two daughters are the very picture of their mom. Soft rusty red curls, green eyes that shimmer in the soft light.
She’s wearing a sleeveless shirtdress that skims her curves and the burgundy color lights up her cheeks with an ethereal glow.
She’s still just as stunning as the day I met her.
“Hey, dad. Mom said that since you’re the young guy here you should be able to open the jar for us.”
They’re teasing me. I know they are. I’m only six years older than my wife. She’s still ravishing at sixty. Still takes my breath away.
But she does love to mess with me. And I welcome it every day. As long as she’s with me.
“I’ll get it right now.”
I grab the candles and the lighter to light the candles on the cake too. Both my daughters come out snickering.
