Constantine’s response vibrated against my lips. “I plan on it later.” He waved Colin away, stealing another moment with me as if we were alone.

“Let me get this straight. You gave me a son for my twenty-first birthday, and now this is for my thirty-eighth?”

“So, what you’re saying is I have my work cut out for me for your next one?” he teased, the music shifting to an upbeat Highland tune. He twirled me gracefully before pulling me close, whispering, “Challenge accepted.”

Laughter bubbled up from within me as I grasped the skirt of my dress, ready to dance to the lively rhythm. Izzy’s choice of attire now made perfect sense—a fellow schemer in all of this—and I loved her all the more for that.

Colin took Lennon and joined us on the makeshift dance floor. Hudson and Izzy swayed together with the skills of Johnny and Baby from Dirty Dancing, and my brother even spun Gwen around out there.

Constantine moved behind me, drawing my back to his chest. His hands found my hips, and I playfully rotated against him, eliciting a husky murmur. “Naughty girl.”

Glancing over my shoulder, I met his gaze. “You can pay me back for it later.”

“Oh, you can count on it,” he promised, capturing my lips in a searing kiss before spinning me around.

This was happiness. Pure, unadulterated happiness.

The past and dangers were behind us, and all that remained was the present moment and the future we would build together. Beginning with the night we’d share as husband and wife after we said our vows.

58. Juliette

Chapter 58

Juliette

“Honeymoon suite. Why am I surprised?” I asked as we stood outside the door of our new room, leaving our separate ones behind forever. The lack of paperwork tonight didn’t matter. As far as I was concerned, I was his wife in every way that truly counted.

Constantine unlocked the door and shoved it open. “Allow me.” He flicked the keycard inside before sweeping me into his arms, carrying me over the threshold. His lips found mine with each step, possessive and tender, his body heat searing through my dress.

Still holding me, he kicked the door shut behind us, sealing us in our own world as he lifted his head and locked eyes with mine. The intensity of his gaze sent a shiver down my back, anticipation coiling in my stomach.

Was it possible his heart was racing as fast as mine as he lowered me slowly to the ground?

We had a son together, yet it felt like we were about to make love for the first time. My fingers itched to map every inch of his body, my lips aching to follow.

I turned to take in the room, my breath hitching at the details he’d meticulously arranged. Hand in mine, he guided me farther in.