Clad in a translucent negligee set, I strolled in from the balcony and watched Grant pulling on a pair of jeans. Next door to watching him take them off, it was one of my favorite pursuits. Every fluid movement of those long, bronzed, hair-roughened limbs utterly entranced me. Had it been a year? Had it really been a whole year since we had remarried?
I surveyed the elegant bedroom of our house in Miami. After lunch, we would be driving down to the villa for the weekend. Last night we had attended a surprise party thrown by Grant’s parents to celebrate our first wedding anniversary. The Claytons proved they could be nice once they became accepting. They had flown my mom over for the festivities and they ensured June's grandmother would be staying with them for several days to kill the bad
