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“Yeah. Let’s hope she doesn’t look up his artwork.” She’ll never trust another person we introduce to her again. As it was, she nicknamed Margo “the Temptress” and kept a guarded eye on her whenever she was in the same room. Margo found it amusing.
Henry snorts.
“What’s in this folder?” I click the one marked After-Party.
My laptop screen fills with pictures from inside the staff lodge, where it seems our bridal party relocated to after the formal reception shut down. I assume Ronan and Connor led that charge. By the bottles of hard liquor on nearly every table surface and the drunken embraces, it seems grace and virtue didn’t follow.
My stomach drops as Connor’s bare chest fills the screen, his beefy arm slung over Violet’s shoulders. She’s winking at the camera, holding up a shot glass filled with red liquid.
Henry’s body stiffens.
Oh no.
“What the fuck are they doing?” he explodes.
“I’m sure it’s not what it looks like.” What else am I supposed to say?Damn it, Connor.
Henry scrambles off me and digs out his phone, takes a quick snap of my laptop screen, and then sends a text to Violet with one word:Explain.
“It might be a bit before she answers—”
“It’s eight forty-two a.m. there. She’s walking to school.” He climbs to his feet and paces. “What the fuckwas Violet doing there,anyway? She shouldn’t be anywhere near the kind of shit that goes on around them. She’ssixteenyears old!”
“She’s got to be messing with us.” I shut my laptop, afraid of what else might be in that folder.
“If he touched her, there isn’t a goddamn place in this world he can hide from me, and I don’t give a fuck if those two crawled into that mine to—”
Henry’s phone chirps with a text, stalling his rant. It’s followed by a second message a beat later.
He reads them and his shoulders sag.
“Is that her?”
Henry hands me his phone without a word, his laughter a relief to my ears.
Violet:Welcome to parenthood!
Violet:Chill, it was cranberry juice, and Ronan made me leave right after. Besides, they’re too young for me. I’m going to make my move on the ferry captain.
I can’t help my giggle. “See? She’s joking.”
Henry’s chuckle morphs into a groan. “This fucking kid is going to be a royal pain in my ass.”
“Probably.” She’s already firmly entrenched in the penthouse, even though she doesn’t officially move in until she’s finished school in a month. Her room—the farthest one from ours—is being remodeled to her specifications while we’re away. The security staff of Wolf Tower is all but wrapped around her pinkie finger, and Raj stocks the freezer with her favorite ready-to-bake chocolate chip cookie brand. We’re waffling between two private schools for her to start in the fall—including one with an exceptional drama program—and will visit both with her when we’re back from our honeymoon, right after we help Gayle and Howard move into their retirement home.
“Are you sure you want more?” I tease. I stopped taking the pill before the wedding, at Henry’s request—but I was happy to dump the packages. Considering how many times we’ve had sex on this trip, I don’t see how I won’t return to New York pregnant, reproductive organs willing.
Strong hands seize my hips and flip me over onto my back. The scraps of my bikini fall to the deck floor, leaving me naked beneath the sunshade. Heat surges through my body with the promise of what’s to come as Henry shucks his shorts and stands before me in all his masculine glory.
Around us is a brilliant azure sky and endless water, but I only have eyes for this man, every inch of him part of this dream I never want to wake from.
Henry strokes himself, his smile wicked. “Right now, Mrs. Wolf?I’m sureI want to make my wife scream.”
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