Page 44 of Romancing Rayne

“No buts. You’re always first.”

I sighed and kissed his chest, appreciating the muscles under my lips.

“I love you, Ghost.”

“I love you, too, Princess.”

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Ghost

“We never opened the box last night.” Rayne reminded me. “Who’s it from?”

We still had a few hours before we had to leave, and though we’d had sex on every available surface in the room, I wanted more. When Rayne stood and walked to the dresser, only my shirt covering her curves, my cock twitched in appreciation.

“I think it’s from Harry and Meghan. It’s addressed to Princess and Ghost.”

“Open it,” I urged, wanting her to hurry back to bed.

She opened the folded cardstock and read, “‘Rayne, it was a pleasure to meet the lovely woman who captured Ghost’s heart. May you have a long and happy marriage. Ghost, don’t be a stranger, mate. We expect to see you again after you welcome your child. God help us all, a new generation of mini-Ghosts running around. On a side note, the twit from the Tower has been tossed on her arse. I’m deeply sorry for the trouble she caused.’”

She looked up from the note, her brows pulled together.

“He had her fired? It wasn’t her fault.”

“Yeah, Princess, it was. And not only that, she allowed a stranger to leave the store with a lost child. That shit was dangerous. Anything could’ve happened.” I tried to tamp down the anger welling up.

“I guess you’re right. There’s more.” She looked back at the note and continued to read. “I’ll send a car to pick you up. Wouldn’t want you getting lost on the way to the airport or to have to beat up another cabbie. All the best, Spike Wells.’”

“Ass.” I chuckled.

“That was nice of him.” She set the note down and opened the box. “Holy shit. These are the gifts I left at the Tower shop. Even Annie’s sword is in here.”

Fucking Spike, leave it to him to think of the souvenirs. I’d been so wrapped up in Rayne, gifts had been the last thing on my mind.

“Are you ever going to tell me what really happened in Afghanistan?” she asked.

“You know what happened. Spike and Oliver told you.” Part of the story at least. I was happy they’d left out most of what had happened. I didn’t need Rayne worrying more than she already did when the team left on a mission.

“Somehow, I think they left out the good stuff.”

“There was nothing good about Afghanistan,” I told her.

“You know what I mean. The parts where my super-sexy, secret-Delta husband swoops in and saves the day.”

“Sexy, huh?”

“Super-sexy.” She winked.

“You should come back to bed and point out all the sexy parts you like.”

“It would take too long.”

“There’s that many?” I asked, enjoying Rayne’s playfulness.

“So many. From the top of your handsome head all the way down to your perfect toes.”

“Any parts in particular that are your favorite?”