“Hmm, do you really want to move?” she whispered, her breath hot, her voice a husky whisper of desire.
“Not that far.” He lifted her dress further as he turned her and laid her back on the couch. “Don’t scream too loud.” He flashed her a devilish smile. “The children are still awake.”
She laughed, a throaty sound of joy, of amusement and his heart tripped in happiness, as it always had.
His Marguerita. And if Ian was as smart as Dane had always thought he was, then Courtney was in very capable, very loving hands…