Page 122 of Thunder with a Chance of Lovestruck

“I love you too, Detective Bright. And don’t forget it’s Rachael Frankenstein, erm, Franks since I shortened my last name and since we’re not legally married,” I returned with a wicked grin, trying to move on him, but he wouldn’t let me.

Fire flashed in his eyes. “Guess what we’re doing tomorrow after we check on our daughter?”

“Having sex?” I asked playfully.

“Yes, but guess what else,” he said.

“Does it involve getting married legally?” I questioned with a chuckle.

He nodded and then pulled me down onto him fully. “Hell yes it does!”

No other words were spoken as he proceeded to show me just how much he’d missed me. In fact, he showed me another three times after, letting me know that while we’d aged thirty-six years since we’d last been together, we still had it. And that my life was really just getting started.

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