“I’ve discovered it’s almost impossible to wear you down—or out.”

“Since you’re going to complain no matter what, I may as well get my money’s worth.” Without losing their connection, he arranged her so she was on her knees, bent over a pile of pillows. Grasping her hips, he moved slowly at first, always concerned about hurting her.

“Good?”

“Mmm, yeah. So good.”

“Ready for more?”

“There’s more?”

He gave her a teasing tap on the ass that made her giggle. The sound was a balm on his wounded soul, which had finally begun to heal when she came into his life. “Such a brat.”

“Soooo much more than your share.”

“There it is. Now we can get really serious.”

“We weren’t already getting serious?”

“We were just getting started.”

She laughed as she groaned, and then he showed her what he was capable of when he got really, really serious.

Lying with Owen in the aftermath of magical morning lovemaking, Laura had never felt so happy or content. He was back. Her Owen had come back to her a little at a time since the trial ended. With every passing day, he’d been less broody and withdrawn. Today, though, he’d laughed freely and loved fiercely. He’d faced his greatest fears and came out stronger on the other side. His demons had been exorcised once and for all.

“So the party was fun?”

“It was fantastic. So many laughs. Evan went all out.”

“Would you expect any less?”

“Nope. He’s the best.”

“That’s why he’s the best man.”

“Yep.” He ran his hand up and down her arm, making her skin tingle the way it always did when he touched her.

“Do you have a little bit of gas left in the tank?”

His eyes opened. “Why? You want to do it again?”

“Not right now,” she said, laughing. “I have something I want to show you before things get crazy around here.”

“I’ve always got gas in my tank for you, Princess.”

“I hope we’re talking about the same kind of gas,” she said dryly as she got out of bed to retrieve the photo album she’d located the night before.

“Ha-ha, very funny.” He sat up against the pillows, watching her as she walked around naked.

Laura hated how ungainly she felt as her pregnancy progressed, but didn’t dare move to cover herself because she knew he loved her au naturel. She brought the album back to bed and sat with him against the pillows.

“What’s that?” he asked.

“The album from my first wedding.”

“Oh.”