Marley grinned and took her hand, lifting it so he could kiss the sensitive skin at the back of her wrist. Then he kissed the finger with his ring on it, as though he still couldn’t believe his luck.
“I tried not to think about that,” he told her. “I prefer hoping for the best instead of fearing for the worst. But I guess if you’d said no, I would’ve sent Shana around to comfort you, then I would’ve taken everybody else to the Moonlight Bar and paid for us all to get steaming drunk.”
“I like the hope better,” she whispered.
“So do I.” He pressed his lips to hers. “And by the way, my parents and your parents are taking the kids tonight. So Ihopeyou’re ready for some loving.”
Her body tightened at the thought. “We have a free night?”
“All night.” He nodded slowly, his gaze full of intent.
Her lips split into a grin. “Then bring it on.”