Page 94 of But For You

“Why am I naughty?” I asked her.

“I don’t know. Daddy said so.”

I glanced over at Sam.

“You know what you did.”

I went to make sandwiches while Sam had a talk with the cat. After everyone ate, except me—I had actually enjoyed my meal—we all sat down to watch a Pixar movie. The bug one was Hannah’s favorite, and it was her turn to pick.

Sam suggested they go get the pillows off their beds and we could all lie on the floor. As they flew off, he stretched out and patted the space beside him.

“Oh, hell no.”

“Why not?”

“My ass is still throbbing from the pounding you gave me earlier. I’ll lie on the couch.”

“Like I’m gonna attack you in front of my kids.”

“Your kids?”

“Our kids. Whatever. You knew what the fuck I meant.”

I lifted an eyebrow.

“Fuck.”

“Sam.”

“Sorry, sorry,” he mumbled. “Two days hanging out with other cops, it just comes right back.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Our kids.”

“Good,” I said, chuckling. “And, no, I don’t think you will attack me in front of them.”

“Then c’mere.”

But I still didn’t trust him.

“And throbbing is good,” he informed me. “Throbbing isn’t pain; throbbing just reminds your ass who it belongs to.”

“Is that right?”

The grunt was a yes.

He looked good, all languid and sexy on the thick rug, his eyes heavy-lidded as he stared up at me.

“I want to talk about the gunman in our hotel room.”

“It’s a long story.”

“I took a nap; I can stay up late and hear it.”

He patted the rug again.

I stepped over him, standing, gazing down at the man who had been it for me from the moment he walked into my life.