“We are the same age, my love.”
He stops tickling me as I feign offense, recoiling back in disgust.
“Same? Same—I’m sorry—I thought you just saidsameage.”
Kane lifts an eyebrow but continues to watch his front seat performance.
“You aretwoyears older than me,” I clarify sweetly. “Some might even say twenty years older with the pace at which you run.”
Kane’s hearty laugh is perfection. The rough sound burns in my heart.
“But I caught you,” he adds.
“Great point, I’m glad you brought that up.” I try to wiggle out from under his weight with no success. “One, I was jogging, practically speed walking. Two, you ran with every bit of old man energy you had left in the tank. Every bit of it. Our family is blessed, Kane. Do you hear me?Blessedyou didn’t keel over from cardiac arrest. Or high blood pressure. Maybe even arthritic complications.”
“You are beating the joke to death.” But he’s still barking out more laughter.
And the tickling starts back up again. He kisses my neck, between my breasts, then back up to the tip of my nose.
“Why’re you running from me, honey?”
Now I’m laughing. “Because we had sex twice this morning, and now, you’re trying to go for a third!”
“Was it twice?”
“Yes!”
“No.”
“Yes, it absolutely was.”
“No, I don’t think so.”
“You’re not counting it because you were a little too quick at the draw at five a.m.”
“That did not happen.” He kisses my jaw, then cheekbone.
“I was there.”
“That must have been Greystone.”
I snicker. “Oh, no. You can’t blame other alters when you had a gentleman’s misfire.”
“Mmm—I’m pretty sure it was him.” Kane gives me a silly smirk. “And of course I can blame these misfortunes on Greystone. What other purposes does he serve?”
I squirm as he unbuttons my dress.
“Are you going to let me reclaim my dignity after you regrettablyblinkedthis morning and missed my entire performance?”
I cackle. “I am so sore, Kane! I’m not twenty anymore.”
Mid-forties is off the table. We refuse to acknowledge it.
“Honey, I saw you swimming in that lagoon, and I got so hard again. All jokes aside, I really need you to open your legs for me.”
Despite my soreness, I’m already getting wet.
“Give it forty-eight hours,” I say.
