–Damon–
When my mother-in-law handed me those documents, I realized I had to take care of it—and leave the mansion. Damn it. I hated that part. I hated leaving my wife alone… well, she's not alone, she's with our baby, but I was being dramatic. I just hated being away from her.
I wrapped an arm around her small waist and buried my face against her neck while she was busy making fancy, chewy cookies for our son—shaped like cartoon characters he probably picked up from TV. The kitchen smelled like sugar, butter, and home.
"I hate to leave," I murmured against her skin, even though my mind was already forming a plan to retrieve the device Tyrona had.
"You can come back early," she said calmly.
She finished designing Sky's plate, then turned to me. We kissed—torrid, deep, and unashamed. I pinned her lightly against the counter, heat flaring through me. I could've made love to her right there if it weren't for the sudden protest from our audience.
