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“Wowrk?” Sailor copied.

“Yep, in the bedroom.”

“B-b eedwroom?”

“Chase!” I coughed as my coffee went down the wrong pipe.

“Actually, the hot tub needs some work.”

My face flamed. But I went with it, knowing I turned him on just as much. “Yes, I can see it does. There’s a small crack here somewhere.” I stood, bending low, letting the neckline of my tank dip, giving him a bird’s eye view of my braless breasts. “Or was it here?” I turned, bending over, feeling my short shorts rise.

“Call grandma now. Tell her it’s a 911 emergency.”

Sailor giggled. “911?” At two and a half she was adorable. Just simply adorable.

“Never mind I’ll do it.” Chase walked them over, dropped Sailor in the small bucket swing he had attached to the tree and grabbed me by the hips. I didn’t care salt water dripped from his body. Every hard inch of him imprinted against me as he captured my mouth. “I’ll never get enough of you.”

“Who knew this house would bring so much love?” We got married right here on the beach. Conceived Sailor upstairs.

“This house wasn’t a home until you. Want to role play later? I’ll be the big-bad lawyer and you can play… the bad girl tenant who has wild sex parties.”

I slapped his butt playfully. “How about you be my calendar guy?”

“I’m yours for life. Every day of every year.”

“How did I get so lucky?”

“I’m the lucky one,” he whispered, kissing me tenderly in the sun.