Three months after Hope's birth, I was finally starting to feel like myself again. My body had healed, the sanctuary had settled into a new rhythm, and our daughter was sleeping through most nights, a miracle Luna assured me wouldn't last.
Tonight, Hope was with Luna and Riley, who'd practically fought over who got to babysit. Duke had been planning this evening for weeks, though he'd been frustratingly vague about the details.
"Where are we going?" I asked as he led me away from the main compound, his hand warm and possessive around mine.
"Somewhere we won't be interrupted." His voice was low, rough with promise, and heat pooled in my belly.
We hadn't had time alone, really alone since before Hope was born. Between healing from the birth, the constant demands of the sanctuary, and bei
