They’d spent a lot of time exploring Seattle together. Him and Jane and Marie. Jane knew all the good spots and the places to avoid. “I want to go home,” he said. Marie was spending the night with Hanna, and Luc wanted to take advantage of some time alone with his wife. “What do you say?”
She turned and wrapped her arms around him. “Home is my favorite place.”
Home was his favorite place too. But home for him was anywhere Jane happened to be. Never in his life had he loved someone as much as he loved her. So much that it scared him sometimes.
He pulled her against him and looked out over the city. He was in love with his wife. Yeah, he knew what that said about him. That he was a goner. Leg-shackled for life. Whipped by a short woman with a big attitude.
Yep, that’s what it said about him, and he didn’t care.
RACHEL GIBSON
