Page 48 of The Grump Next Door (Steele Brothers of Starlight Cove #1)

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SATURDAY NIGHTS WERE MY FAVORITE. With Laurel gone, the house had taken on a different rhythm. It was quieter. Not as chaotic. And while I missed her every damn day, I wasn’t upset that being an empty-nester meant I could bend my wife over the island and fuck her at 2 p.m. on a Sunday if I wanted to. And I did. Frequently.