“They’re not for no reason. They’re for a million reasons.” He went to her, put his hands on her shoulders and gazed down at her gorgeous face. “They’re because you stayed when it would’ve been easier not to. They’re because you love my son like he’s your own. They’re because you love me even when I don’t deserve it.”

She started to shake her head, but he stopped her with his fingers on her chin.

“Yes, Christina, sometimes I don’t deserve your love, but I’m always so damned thankful to have it.”

Curling her arms around his neck, she went up on tiptoes and kissed him. “Remember the night we met?”

“Of course I do. What about it?”

“I was such a mess that night. John O’Connor had been killed and my heart was broken into a million pieces. I’d been so crazy about a man who’d never thought of me the way I thought of him.”

“He was the crazy one. Look at what he missed.”

She gazed up at him, a smile curling her lips. “One hour after I met you, I knew everything would be all right. That’s all it took, Tommy. One hour to fix everything that was broken inside me.”

“You give me way too much credit,” he said, humbled by her unwavering love for him.

“And you don’t give yourself enough. When you look back at the last year, all you see is the hard stuff. You don’t see the wonder, the joy, the magic. You don’t see everything you’ve given me. I have a son because of you. I have a life that I never could’ve dreamed of when I was working sixteen hours a day and thinking I had a great life when it was empty and meaningless.”

Gonzo ran his fingers through her hair and kept his gaze fixed on hers as he kissed her. “The night I met you was the luckiest night of my life.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

“How long has Alex been asleep?”

“About thirty minutes.”

“Mmm,” he said, nuzzling her neck, “that gives us about ninety minutes before he wakes up.”

“We could watch a movie.”

“We could. Or... We could finish what we started yesterday.”

“You’ll have to refresh my memory—”

He picked her up, making her squeal with surprise. “Shhh, don’t wake him up. We’ve got stuff to do.” Gonzo carried her into their bedroom and shut the door. He put her down next to the bed and tugged her sweater up and over her head, leaving her in a sexy, lacy pink bra that did wondrous things for her breasts. Bending his head, he nuzzled the plump tops, earning a moan from her. He reached behind her to unhook the bra and pushed the straps off her shoulders.