badness.”
“On to the next page?”
“Oh, yes.”
Riley didn’t say a word for several minutes when Mercy mentioned the Kit-Sienna thing sometime in the wee hours of the morning. “That,” he murmured at last, “could be a problem.”
“That’s what I thought.”
“We can’t do anything about it—they’re adults.” He ran his hand down her back. “But we can keep an eye on
“Agreed.” A laugh bubbled out of her. “Look at us, in bed and talking Pack business.”
A pause. Then, “You make my heart beat, Mercy.”
Her heart jumped into his hands all over again. He was so damn calm and he made those statements as if they were facts of life.
Kisses on her cheek, along her jaw. “So, how many brat-lets do you want?”
“As many as it takes to drive you insane.” Her throat was husky with emotion.
“Then one redheaded little girl should do it.”
“I love you.” Beyond the mating bond, beyond the sensual draw, she quite simply loved Riley. “More every single day.” And she didn’t care how sappy that sounded.
A slow, perfect Riley smile. Just for her.
