“Stretch marks and all?” She loved all her children, but the little suckers did a number on her body every time.

“You can keep trying to change my opinion about something I believe with all my heart, but you’re never going to succeed. To me, you are my picture of perfection, and you always will be.” Cain kissed her neck and turned her around. “At the risk of being overly sappy, I happen to love every one of your curves, as well as every inch of you. It’s why I try to get you naked every chance I can.”

“You are a little sappy, but that’s how I love you.” She turned away again to put her earrings on and to have Cain help her with the necklace she’d chosen. “Anything interesting tonight?”

“Remi, Ramon, and I wanted an update on what Jasper Lucas and Vinny are up to,” Cain said, sitting on the bed to watch her finish getting ready.

She smiled before putting on lipstick. “Are they up to something you’re not happy about?”

“Not exactly, and it’s more me being a worrier than anything else,” Cain said, leaning back on her hands. “We’ll get into it in more detail when we get home later, but Muriel told me there’s someone paying for information about us.”

“What kind of information?” She turned and gazed at Cain, knowing she wouldn’t try to keep the truth from her. The way she was sitting also made her want to do things they didn’t have time for. Cain laughed when she put her hands over her breasts. “Stop laughing at the big horny woman and tell me.”

“Anything anyone has to offer up. Remember what I told you about Napoleon Bonaparte?”

She laughed at Cain’s conversation tangents. “Something about supply chains losing him the war,” she said, tapping her chin with her index finger.

“That’s me right now, and it’s driving me a little batty.” Cain chuckled. “When there’s too many variables out there ready to pounce, it makes me nervous. I don’t have enough muscle to cover everything I think needs covering.”

“This is when you should concentrate on the things that are rock solid in your life, mobster. The most important thing is you’re loved. Granted, I’m at the top of that list, but there’s plenty of people who feel the same.” She leaned over Cain, pressing their lips together. “I know you’re never going to let your guard down, but remember that I’m right here.”

“I know,” Cain said, kissing her again. “Need anything before I can’t kiss you again?”

“You can kiss me whenever you like, lipstick isn’t going to stop you, but go check on your daughter before we go. She’s still not talking, and I’m about to take a wet noodle to her to see what’s bothering her.”