“I’m considering this the perfect start to a day that’ll already be perfect because I get to spend just about every minute of it with you.”

Her smile made her golden-brown eyes twinkle. “All that money your mother spent on charm school was a very worthwhile investment.” She swiveled her hips and made him groan.

“No charm school, babe. It’s all in the wiring.”

“It’s good wiring. Really good wiring.”

He grasped her hips, intending to turn her over and take control.

“Don’t even think about it. This one’s all mine.”

“I love when you get bossy with me.”

“I can tell,” she said, gritting her teeth as she accommodated his expanding length.

Dan laughed and drew her down to him so he could kiss her. The taste of her lips and the press of her breasts against his chest were nearly enough to finish him off. “I can’t believe we get to do this any time we want to for the rest of our lives.”

Her mane of light brown hair came down around him like a silky curtain that closed them off from the rest of the world. “Not any time.”

He squeezed her bottom with both hands. “Just about any time.”

“I’ll give you that—and this.” She moved in sexy, teasing circles on top of him.

“I see, so you’re looking for a quickie, then.”

She smiled and kissed him, lingering for a full minute before she sat up and got really serious about finishing him off.

After seeing Laura through another round of grueling morning sickness, Owen left her to sleep and took Holden with him when he drove out to Evan’s studio. He hadn’t been there in a while and was surprised to see the driveway had been landscaped. In the foyer, he made use of a window into the studios to make sure no one was recording before continuing inside with Holden in his arms.

“Ev? Are you here?”

“Back here,” Evan called out. “In the office.”

Owen walked through the studio space to Evan’s office in the back of the cavernous building. “Not recording today?”

“This afternoon,” Evan said. “Sunday mornings are for paperwork. I like to get it out of the way so I can enjoy the rest of the week.” He held out his arms for Holden. “Come see Uncle Evan, big guy.”

Holden squealed with delight when Owen transferred him to Evan’s arms. The baby loved to listen to the two of them play their guitars.

“God, he’s bigger than he was when I saw him last week.”

“I know. It’s crazy.” Owen removed a stack of mail off one of the chairs and took a seat, handing the envelopes over to Evan.

“It never ends,” Evan said with a scowl as he tossed the envelopes into the pile on his desk. “I wasn’t meant to sit at a desk.”