EPILOGUE
SOFIA SQUEALED AS Leo carried her over the threshold of their new home, and he couldn’t help laughing.
“Never had you down as such a squealer, gorgeous.”
“Neither did I. I don’t know what’s wrong with me lately.”
Leo dipped his head and kissed her softly on the lips. “I do, because it’s the same thing I’m suffering from.” Another kiss, deeper this time. “Love.”
“I’m not suffering from love; I’m enjoying every second of it, and speaking of seconds, we haven’t been naked since this morning and I’m feeling rather empty, Mr. Moore.”
With the extra strength gained from another month in the gym, Leo made short work of the stairs leading to the master bedroom. He hadn’t seen it since last week, and Bradley had still been pointing at fabric swatches back then.
A quick nudge opened
