“You’re so cute when you’re trying to boss me around, Mac.” She went up on tiptoes and bit down on his earlobe, making him instantly hard.

He yanked her in close to him, not caring in the least that they were standing on a sidewalk where anyone might see them. “No strippers for my wife.”

“You’re really being ridiculous about this.”

“No, I’m not. How would you feel if I was cavorting with strippers?”

She raised a brow. “Male strippers?”

“No,” he said emphatically. “The female variety.”

Shrugging, she said, “Boys will be boys.”

“Are you freaking kidding me right now?”

“Do you honestly think I’m going to leave you for a male stripper, Mac?” She kissed him and disentangled from his embrace. “Now go to work and let me go get the kids from Mom. She has a hair appointment to get to.”

“We’re not done talking about this.”

Walking backward, she flashed a sexy smile and waggled her fingers at him. “Bye, Mac. Love you.”

“We’re not done!” he yelled after her.

The last thing he heard before she rounded the corner and disappeared out of view was her ringing laughter. They were definitely going to talk more about this later—and she was not going to that party.

Kara entered Dan’s office and found him sitting with his feet on his desk, pen in his mouth, papers in hand, brows knitted in concentration. He was so damned sexy, not that she could ever tell him that, because it would go straight to his already overinflated ego. But she loved that overinflated ego, just like she loved everything else about him.

Leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, she cleared her throat.

When he saw her there, his smile lit up his whole face. She loved that, too, the way he was always so damned glad to see her, even when he’d just woken her with slow, sultry morning lovemaking two short hours ago.

“Why, hello there, young lady. Are you in need of legal counsel?”

“Not at this time, but it appears you’re in need of some unpacking help. This place is a disaster.”

“You’re not spending your one day off unpacking my office.”

“Why not? I don’t have anything else to do, and this way I get to spend my one day off with my fiancé. It’s a win-win.”

Dan held out his hand to her. “Come over here and see me.”

She went to him, took hold of his hand and let him guide her onto his lap.

He nuzzled her neck, his whiskers abrading her skin. “I have a bone to pick with you, my love.”

Shifting on his lap, she felt his erection settle between her cheeks. “I thought we already picked that bone this morning.”

“Ha-ha, very funny. I’m talking about the male-stripper bone.”

“Oh. You heard about that, huh?”