“You’re my only girlfriend and my only true sweetheart. The others are my friends. Big difference.” He pushed himself up onto his elbow so he was looking down at her. “In more than forty years, I’ve never wanted anyone else. I swear.”

“I know. I haven’t either.”

“Not even kinda?”

“Not even kinda.”

He smiled then, relieved by the affirmation of what he already knew. “That makes us pretty damned lucky.”

“It certainly does.”

“We ought to do something big for our fortieth this winter. Have a blowout or something.”

“The kids will do it, and we’ll act surprised.”

“How do you know that?”

“I’m Voodoo Mama. I know everything.”

“I thought you hated that nickname?”

“I only let them think I hate it. I love that they know they can’t get away with anything with me.”

Amused by her, he said, “You know what else I heard tonight?”

“What’s that?”

“My dad was worried about us getting married so young. Mom had to tell him to leave me alone and let me live my own life.”

“Sounds familiar.”

“Whatever. You’re the one always butting into the kids’ lives.”

That earned him a raised eyebrow that called him out on his bullshit. “All right. Maybe I do my share of butting in, too.”

She busted up laughing, and the only way he could think of to make it stop was to kiss her. When she reached for him, her e-reader slid off her belly and onto the bed between them.

Without breaking the kiss, he put it behind him and then wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her with deep sweeps of his tongue before easing back. “You’d tell me, wouldn’t you?” he asked as he kissed her face and neck.

“Tell you what?”

“If you were unhappy or wanted something.”

“I’d tell you.”

“Promise?”

“Mmm.” She arched her neck, giving him full access. “I promise. Do you promise to do the same?”

“Uh-huh.” He cupped her breast. “But I’ve got everything I want right here. If you’re happy, I’m happy.”

Linda slid a smooth leg up and around his hip. “I could be happier.”

“Do tell.”

“Why tell when I can show?” She freed his erection from his boxers and began to stroke him, just the way he liked it.

He ran his hand up her inner thigh to discover she wasn’t wearing panties under her nightgown. “Sexiest granny ever.”

“It was a good book,” she said, making him chuckle.

Placing his hand over hers, he stopped her from finishing him off. He shifted so he was on top of her, moving carefully so he wouldn’t hurt her because he was so much bigger than she was. As he began to enter her, he said, “Remember the first time we did this and you were afraid that I’d break you?”

“I still worry about that sometimes.”