Connor’s divorce from Stacey was finalized last year. He’s got his own house in town now and he’s been trying to get back into the dating scene. It’s been . . . adventurous.
“. . . so I figured we’ll drop Will off with them too—give them a full deck of grandchildren. They live for that shit.”
I rest my hands on my husband’s broad shoulders.
“You have the best ideas.”
He wiggles his brows, his pretty brown eyes full of love and filthy thoughts.
“Baby, I’ve got ideas for tonight that’ll blow your mind.”
Garrett does a quick scan of the field—making sure his players are all otherwise occupied. They are. So he slides his hands into the back pockets of my jeans, giving my ass a playful squeeze, then he bends his head and kisses me.
And this is us. This is our home, our life, our love . . . this is our always.
The End