Page 65 of Magic Touch

Cass peered at her too. “She’ll help me tomorrow. Once she sleeps off her hangover.”

“Come on, wife, you heard Cass. Time to have someadultfun.” Brock kissed Caleb another time, took him from me, and handed him over to Cass, who promptly hitched my baby boy onto his rhinestoned hip. Caleb was instantly fascinated with the lightshow that was Cass, playing with his sparkly bowtie. In another three years my son would by taller than my bestie.

“He’ll be fine,” Brock whispered, his breath hot in my ear. “We need time for ourselves.”

Hell yeah we did. I nodded, my eyes pinned to Caleb, and allowed Brock to lead me to the truck.

After our guests supplied enough fanfare to make me feel like a celebrity, Brock finally pulled the truck away, beeping the horn lightly a few times. Even with the windows closed, I could make out the celebration of those we were leaving behind.

Brock pointed us away from home and started down the long drive toward town, and eventually the airport.

“So where are we going?” I asked.

“I booked us a very private hut directly over the crystal-clear water in French Polynesia. There will be plenty of fine white sand, sunshine, and no clothes required. Hell, better yet, no clothes allowed. How’s that sound?”

“Like a dream.”

Wild sex with a naked Brock, with no crying baby. What more could this girl ask for?

I’d already gotten everything I wanted.