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I smile when he pulls me into the circle of his arm. “Hi.”

He chuckles tiredly. “Hi.”

“That was good.”

“That was better than good.”

“It was,” I admit.

“So you’re not disappointed?” He’s lifted his head slightly to check my expression.

“Disappointed? Whatever the opposite of disappointed is, that’s me.”

“Ah. Good.” He relaxes again, still smiling. “Me too.”

He cuddles me closer, and I reach over so I can stroke his chest and belly.

I love that almost as much as the sex. The softness. The intimate entitlement.

This man is my husband—for real, by law—and right now he feels that way for me.

But because every worry I’ve ever had hasn’t miraculously gone away, I ask after a few minutes, “What about putting our chemistry on hold?”

“What about it?”

“You said you thought that would be the smart decision. What about that?”

“Oh.” He pauses and nuzzles my hair before he answers. “I just threw that smart decision out the window.”

CHAPTER 25

The following afternoon, we’re pulling into Blossom Park, chatting for just a moment with Roger at the front gate since there are a few cars behind us waiting to enter even though it’s a regular Monday afternoon.

I had an amazing weekend.

And I would have been thrilled with the past few days even if my marriage with Wes had been a normal one.

We had a leisurely morning, sleeping in and having sex again before we called down for breakfast. Wes had a lot more patience than last night, and he was able to take his time. I, however, was every bit as enthusiastic and more vocally appreciative than I would’ve ever imagined myself to be. (I will not call myself aggressive although I did push him over onto his back and climb on top of him at one point to get him to hurry up.)

The oddest thing is that I’m not embarrassed at the memory of my lack of inhibitions. Wes seemed to love it, and recalling it now makes me hot all over again.

When he parks, he turns to look at me in that way he’s done before—like he has something to say before we get out of the car and return to our regular lives.

“So.”

“So…” I wait, my pulse intensifying. When he doesn’t continue, I say, “If you’re going to say something horrible like it was fun but we’re back to being smart and at arm’s length now, just get it said so I can be mad at you in peace.”

He chuckles, obviously taken by surprise. “I wasn’t going to say that.”

“Oh. Good.”

“I was just going to check in. Make sure you’re good with how things are going.”

“I see.” I have to hide a fatuous smile. “I’m good with how things are going.”

“Good.”

“Are you good too?”