I ignored her. Theory lifted her sunglasses as I approached. I stared down into those eyes that never failed to mesmerize me. She frowned.
“Targen! You dripping on me.”
“Am I?” I asked nonchalantly.
Her nose wrinkled. “Yes.”
I stood there, just dripping. On purpose. I lifted my hand. A bead of water slid down and landed on her shoulder.
Theory gasped. “Targen!” She sat up and punched my leg.
“Ouch, girl!”
“You did that on purpose,” she accused.
I grabbed my chest. “I would never.”
“Yes, your annoying ass would.”
I stepped closer. She narrowed her eyes immediately.
“Targen, don’t come up here with no bullshit. What?”
I pointed at her shoulder. “You need more sunscreen.”
“I do not,” she said, shaking her head.
“You do.”
“I literally put some on twenty minutes ago.”
“Not enough.”
Theory sighed. “Targen.”
I crouched beside her chair, bringing us eye level. My gaze moved slowly over her beautiful face, then lower. Then back up again. My baby was so fucking fine. I would never not want her. Like right now, I could—I cut off the thought, but Theory caught it. Immediately. She bit her lower lip and her eyes darkened, but she shook her head.
“Don't start,” she warned.
“What? I haven't said anything.”
“You don't have to.”
Pip made a dramatic gagging sound. Neither of us looked at her. Theory's cheeks reddened slightly. My second favorite color. The first was the pretty honey-gold of her skin. But shit, I loved the way her skin turned red any time she felt heated.
“I think I should help. After all, youaremy wife.”
“And?”
“I take my responsibilities seriously.”
“Targen.”
“My responsibility is keeping you safe.”
She laughed. “From sunburn?”
“Among other things.”
