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“Is that so? And how do you propose I do that?”
He moved to straddle me. “Pucker up, sunshine.”
I couldn’t help it. I had to smile. But I played along. “Nobody calls me sunshine.”
“All right, Mr. Grumpy Pants,” he said with a grin. “Then kiss me already.”
I wrapped my arms around him and stood. He wrapped his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist. I moved my hands down to cup his sweet little ass. “Remember what happened the first time you called me that?”
“Yeah,” he murmured as he kissed his way down my jaw. “I’m hoping for a repeat.”
“Not here,” I said. “I’m pretty sure your brother and Jeremy have had sex on this couch.”
He shuddered. “You’re probably right. Lucky for us, my place is just behind the hotel.”
I patted his ass. “Feet on the floor. We’ll get there quicker if you walk.”
He pouted. “Kiss me first.”
I slid the fingers of one hand into his hair and drew him down into a kiss. He opened sweetly for me, tangling his tongue with mine. By the time I pulled away, we were both breathless. Liam dropped his legs, and I leaned my forehead against his. “I love you, Liam.”
“I love you,” he said. “So much.” His eyes gleamed with excitement. “I can’t wait to see what adventures we’ll have.”
I kissed his forehead. “As long as we have them together, I’m happy.”
EPILOGUE
ONE YEAR LATER
Liam
I listened to the waves gently lapping against the sides of the boat. Okay, yacht. Marco had rented a yacht. It was a moonless night, and we were anchored far enough away from shore that we could see all the stars in the night sky. Only this time, we weren’t in the cold Atlantic. This time, we were in the lovely, warm Caribbean off the coast of Puerto Rico.
Marco sat beside me and handed me a glass of wine. “Happy birthday, baby.”
I leaned over to kiss him. “Thank you, my love. This might rival last year for the best birthday ever.”
“It’s definitely a lot warmer,” he said. He eased himself slowly into his chair.
“How’s the leg?” I asked.
“Better.” He stretched it out in front of him. “It’s not as stiff.”
“That’s good. I think that orthopedic doctor is going to get tired of seeing you.”
He took hold of my hand. “I’m just glad you were there. That asshole the corporation sent was useless. He had no idea how to treat combat wounds.”
I rolled my eyes. “It was a fractured tibia. It’s not rocket science.”
Marco snorted. “It was a fractured tibia complicated by a bullet wound.”
I shuddered. “Don’t remind me. Why is it always you who gets shot?”
He shrugged. “Just lucky, I guess.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Uh-huh. And that’s why I insist on going with you on those extraction missions.”
“Nah,” he said with a smirk. “You just miss me too much when I’m gone.”
