"Sleep now, darling."
Everett tucked the duvet around me with a tenderness that felt almost sacred.
"I'm going to wrap up with the last of the guests and come right back to you. Tonight, I'm staying by your side. I'm not going anywhere."
I looked at him—at the exhaustion etched into his handsome face that he was trying so hard to hide—and reached up to brush his hair from his forehead.
"Rett, hurry back."
"Still calling me Rett?" He arched an eyebrow, a flicker of playfulness in his tired eyes.
My face heated up.
"Honey."
Everett pulled me into a sudden, crushing embrace. "My dear wife... I finally have you. Please, tell me this isn't a dream."
I leaned in and gave his ear a sharp, playful nip.
"Does that hurt? If it hurts, it's real."
"Not enough," he chuckled low in his throat
