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Mona’s eyes went glassy, but she smiled at her daughter. “I feel closer to her just being here.” Then she patted Kenna’s cheek and headed out.

When the door shut behind her, I spun Kenna around and dropped a kiss on her upturned face. The freckles were fading a bit in winter. I already missed them.

“I have something for you.”

Her eyes lit up. “Oh yeah?” she said suggestively, pressing closer.

I grinned, my body instantly responding. “Not that, sunshine. Jeez. It’s our anniversary and you act like you just want me for my body.”

She barked out a laugh. “I do want your body. And everything else too.” She wrinkled her nose. “What’s this about an anniversary?”

I kissed the tip of her nose. “Six months in Sunshine Key.”

Kenna bounced on her toes. “That’s right! I would have forgotten if you hadn’t said anything.”

I let her go to dig inside my pocket. “I know, which is why I bought you something to commemorate the moment.”

Handing her the thin plastic strip, I watched her face. Her jaw dropped and then she started laughing, staring at the sticker in her hands. It said Salt Life in bright pink.

“I think it’s time you put it on your Jeep.”

Kenna looked up at me, joy written all over her face. “I’m officially a Floridian now?”

I dipped my head, bestowing her with this imaginary honor. Kenna laughed some more, heading outside to find the perfect spot on her car for the sticker. I helped her clean the back bumper and then Kenna smoothed it on, sitting back on her haunches to take in the full effect.

“I feel my driving skills slipping away already.”

I burst out laughing and helped her up, sliding my arm around her waist. She wasn’t wrong about Floridian drivers. “Now about the rest of your gift.” I wagged my eyebrows and Kenna darted away from me and into the house.

“Gotta catch me first!” she shouted over her shoulder.

I took off, catching up to her in the living room and spinning her around. We were both breathless when she jumped and I caught her, pressing her back against the wall. Her shoulder clipped the edge of the new floating shelves I’d installed to hold the plants she had left after gifting a plant to every single resident of Sunshine Key. They’d taken to nicknaming Kenna the plant fairy. But she’d kept her favorites of Maeve’s, displaying them proudly on the wooden shelves, opposite the wall mural Laurie had painted to honor Maeve.

“I got something else for you,” I said with a wolfish grin.

“Oh yeah?” Kenna said on a breathless laugh. “Is it eight inches?”

The grin turned wicked. “At least.”

Kenna, so full of joy and playfulness these days, tilted her head. “I don’t know. You’re a fisherman. You boys lie about size.”

I ground my hips against her soft thighs, groaning at the heat pumping through her jeans. “Does it feel like I’m lying?”

Kenna nipped at my lips, eyes hooded. “I’m living my dream, you know.”

I lifted my head to stare at her.

Her cheeks went pink. “Even way back when you were a famous country star, I had a crush on you. I was a newlywed and still felt this pull. Young Kenna would be squealing to be pinned against a wall by you.”

My ego, the one that had been muted all these years of hiding out, grew in the face of her compliment. “And grown-up Kenna? How does she feel about being pinned against a wall?”

Her heels dug into my backside as she tried to get closer. Her breasts smashed against my chest with each rapid breath. “She likes it very much.”

Instantly, I let her down, her feet dropping to the floor. Clothes went flying and I had her naked in record time. My jeans were about to strangle me, so I freed myself from behind the zipper, letting the pants sag down my hips.

“Jump, sunshine.”

Kenna did, her legs wrapping around my waist again. I was inside of her in the space of a second, in too much of a hurry to get undressed myself. The pots rattled on the shelves with each forceful thrust, but still Kenna urged me on with a desperate pant for more. Our skin became damp with sweat, the heat between us no match even for Maeve’s arctic air-conditioning. When Kenna’s forehead dropped to my shoulder and she bit into my skin to muffle the keening cry, I let myself go, spilling into her as she gripped me tight.

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