I shake my head at my wife, who grins as she flips off my youngest brother when Mrs. Duffy can’t see. “You’re so naughty, kitten.”
She smirks. “I know. But you love me despite that.”
Leaning down, I scoop her up and head toward the open patio doors. “No, baby. I love youbecauseof that.”
“Where are we going? We have guests!” she squeals as I carry her through the house to our bedroom.
“Fuck our guests. They know where the exit is.”
Laughter bubbles out of her. “Okay, but make it quick.”
I grin and kick the bedroom door shut behind us.
Her wish is my command.
For the rest of our lives.
