Luke stroked Abigail's hair, his mind stuck on that vow.
He would make this work.
"I think I'm turning into a raisin," she mumbled against his neck.
"I'd lick your raisin." He didn't like the way she was breathing, a little too hard, a little too heavily. He had a mental countdown going until the Aegis staff doctor could look Abigail over.
"I bet you would." She chuckled.
They sat up, and he climbed out of the tub first. He grabbed towels, wrapping them around her. Instead of letting her walk the dozen or so steps to the bed, he picked her up and carried her back to their nest of pillows and blankets, following her down onto the mattress.
The way she smiled at him... It was the kind of smile that made a man want to do anything to keep it in place.
He pulled her closer until they lay
