Lee Nightingale’s head twitched.
And then he smiled.
Marcus slid into bed beside Daisy, gliding a handover the silk at her belly and pulling her back into his front.
He curled into her.
Her fingers curled to link through his at her middle.
“Everything good?”she asked sleepily.
He buried his face in her hair.
“Everything is perfect.”
Her fingers tensed in his.
He pulled her deeper into his body and whispered, “You’resafe now, darling.”
At that, her entire body tensed.
She let his hand go, turned in his arm, and slid hers aroundhim.
He could feel her gaze in the dark.
“Are you okay?”
Marcus tangled his legs with hers.
“I’m fine, honey.”He gave her a squeeze.“Are you?”
“Peachy.”
He grinned.
She snuggled closer.
“Love you, baby,” she whispered.
“Love you too, darling.”
She stiffened then melted in his arms.
He’d had to wait to say it.He’d had to wait until he knewhe’d done all he could to make it as right as he could make it.
He’d done that.
So he said it.
“A dream,” she murmured.
“Sorry?”
“You.You’re the dream a girl like me never thought shecould dream.”
She was right.She’d told him she’d never given herself aprince charming.
But now she had one in the way he came.
