“Jefferson.” Warm fingers stroked down my spine.
“Mmm.”
“Jefferson.”
I peeled open an eyelid. “What?”
“You know what today is, don’t you?”
I knew. It was New Year’s Day, 2013—our wedding day. Same-s*x marriage had become legal in Maryland, where we lived on the Sebring family farm, a couple of months previous, thanks to popular vote, and today was the first day we could tie the knot, so that was what we were going to do.
However, if there was one thing I loved more than Ludovic Rivenhall, my partner of more than forty-three years, it was teasing him.
I grunted and turned my face into my pillow, pretending to want nothing more than a few more minutes of sleep.
“Jefferson!”
I buried my smile in my pillow.
“Fine. Be that way.” Ludo huffed and started to straighten. “I’m going downst
