“You done?”he asked irritably.
Then it came over her.
With a new look on her face, she bent slightly toward himand ran her fingers along his cheekbone, down his jaw, along his throat, andended this journey with her palm pressed over his heart.
He waited.
He waited for her to say what was shining in her face.
He waited for her to repeat what she’d said earlier thatday.
So he could repeat it.
And they could stamp it clear, right there, in their bed,between them.
Forever.
And she did say it.
Absolutely.
She just didn’t use the usual words.
Instead, she whispered…
“Cute.”
And right on cue, after she said that, Murtagh jumped on thebed.
“Mwrrrow,” he called his“are you done?”
Dutch framed Georgie’s face in his hands, her hair pressedagainst his flesh, and he smiled up at his girl.
She smiled back.
And it was stamped clear, right there, in their bed.
Forever.
Georgie slid him out and then melted into his side.
Dutch wrapped an arm around her and reached the other out totheir cat.
Murtagh settled in, ass to bed, body draped over Dutch’sside, resting into his paws on Dutch’s abs, Dutch scratching his booty, Georgiescratching his head.
And all was right in the world.
Meanwhile
Meanwhile…
As Dutch slept with Murtagh on hispillow…
Georgiana slid carefully out of bed.
She went to the bathroom, grabbed her robe off the hook onthe back of the door and shrugged it on.
She then moved out of the room and down the hall to themudroom.
