Page 353 of Black Reign

“You wore too many clothes to our wedding.”

His mouth curves against mine.

“I wore a shirt.”

“Exactly.”

He laughs softly.

Then kisses me again.

The sound disappears into my mouth.

Everything else follows.

The cottage.

The investigation.

ARGUS.

His father.

Mine.

For once there is nothing between Ghost and Vesper except air, and even that doesn't last long.

His hands move into my hair.

Mine slide around his neck.

The kiss deepens.

Warm.

Slow.

Then hungry in that way we've both spent years pretending wasn't inevitable.

I feel his wedding ring against the back of my neck.

That tiny pressure does something ridiculous to me.

I pull back just enough to look at it.

Xavier follows my gaze.

“What?”

“You're married.”

“So I've been told.”

“To me.”

“Unfortunately.”

I shove his shoulder.