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“Oh, yeah? How come you don’t ever sing me to sleep?” he asked.

“Um, did I not mention that you mock me?”

He kissed her forehead. “Come on, show me you love me.”

“I show you I love you every morning.” Her tone was hushed and intimate, and he started looking around the park for somewhere to make out with his wife.

“I know what you’re doing, pervert.”

He laughed, now considering the name an endearment.

“Tyler, you’re going to have to show me again how to make Cookie stay when I tell her to!” his mother-in-law yelled, wagging her finger at her new golden retriever puppy. He’d started giving private obedience training, and it had expanded into a side business that had allowed Dani to drop down to part time at the emergency clinic.

Although it could be a little more frustrating dealing with actual owners instead of just the dogs . . . especially when it was family who’d hired him.

“I’ll be right there, Laura.”

Noah came running up, his hazel eyes bright. “Is it time for cake yet, Dad?”

Tyler’s chest swelled with pride, the same way it had the first time Noah had said the word. “Not yet. Go torment your cousins and tell them it’s from me.”

With a grin so much like his mother’s, Noah took off in search of Kyle and Kent, who still hadn’t managed to mature, much to their mother’s chagrin.

Dani laid Felicity into her playpen and while she was bent over, he came up behind her. Wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her back against him, he asked, “Are you sure you don’t want to sneak off with me?”

“We’d be missed. Tonight, though”—she turned in his arms and ran her hand over his cheek—“I’m all yours.”

“Unless one of the kids needs something.”

“Hey, you knew what you were getting into the first time you bought me coffee.”

Bending to drop a long, lingering kiss on her lips, he ignored the catcalls and whistles from their family. “And I wouldn’t change a thing.”

“Good answer.”


FIRST AND FOREMOST, I want to thank my amazing husband and children for being so understanding while my deadlines were so crazy. I love you. My fabulous agent, Sarah Younger, for making this series happen and to my editor, Rebecca, and the entire marketing, publicity, and creative team at Avon for working with me again. To my sister from another mister, Tina, for being there whenever

I need to talk. Thank you to the rest of my family for being so supportive with every release. To my Rockers; I love your guts. And thank you to all of my readers who have followed me through the ups and downs of this crazy journey. You are beyond awesome.

About the Author

An obsessive bookworm, CODI GARY likes to write sexy contemporary romances with humor, grand gestures, and blush-worthy moments. When she’s not writing, she can be found reading her favorite authors, squealing over her must-watch shows, and playing with her children. She lives in Idaho with her family.

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