Page 124 of Quinton's Quest

“Both?” She gave him her most beguiling smile.

“Well, maybe half a slice of cake and a piece of Nanaimo bar.”

She nodded frantically.

He grasped my hand. “Come with us?”

“You bet.”

Just before we wandered over to the food table, though, I pulled him in for a hard kiss.

The thing might’ve turned a little…hot.

Dean hooted. He did that a lot. He found Canadians endlessly fascinating—especially now he was married to one.

“Papa!” Melodie’s tone was a little exasperated.

“Sorry.” I grinned.

She laughed. “You’re allowed. I love you, Quin.”

“I love you too.”

The kids found Quinton too challenging, so we’d settle onQuin. Since I’d never had a nickname, I sort of liked it.

“Now, treats?” I met her gaze.

She nodded emphatically.

“Right.” I squeezed Leo’s hand, gazed over the gathered crowd, and admitted I was pretty much the luckiest guy in Mission City.

If not the world.