Page 160 of Desperate Actions

Me

Hey Babe, Andrea’s here and we’re going to the Whiskey Bar for some boozy desserts. Just wanted to let you know.

His response is immediate.

Sammy

Babe?

My heart does a little stutter. I’ve never called him by a pet name before.

Me

Oh, do you not like that?

Sammy

No, I love it. Just surprised me. The Whiskey Bar? It’s a good place. I’ll call ahead. Sonny will take care of the two of you.

Me

You’re so good to me. Why are you so good?

Sammy

It’s easy to be good to you. You fill my heart and soul, Pixie. I love you like crazy.

Me

I love you too. See you tonight.

Sammy

Keep your phone on. I’ll be checking in.

Me

Okay. Be safe.

Sammy

Always.

I bite my bottom lip, staring at the messages like a lovesick fool. I don’t even realize I’m twirling my wedding ring, but then Andrea mentions it.

“Did I ever tell you how much I like that ring? Sammy has good taste,” my sister-in-law says.

“Thanks,” I reply and look down at the pretty light green gemstones inlaid in the platinum band.

God, this man.

He is really too much, but I’ll keep him just the same.

Andrea groans dramatically. “Oh my God, please stop mooning over my brother. It’s sickening.”

I snort and tuck my phone into my purse, giving her a smug grin.

“So, I guess you don’t want to have a realdickscussionwith me then? No talking bedroom antics with you?” I tease, throwing out the term I’d heard somewhere in conversation—or maybe in one of the romance novels I devour.

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