Chapter 11
Lois’s entire body still felt alive, even after her shower. Every part of her was lit with some internal fire that she couldn’t explain. She understood the word “carnal” now in a whole new way.
Dylan, innocent of his crimes, was sexier than she’d have ever imagined, and her husband.
She towel-dried her hair and glanced at herself in the mirror.
Maybe she could get an outfit or two that fit her better than her current dress, which just hung on her without even hinting at a waist.
She shrugged, hung up the towel, and headed out. Dylan was dressing in a light-blue t-shirt that showed off all his muscles and jeans clearly made exactly for him. She walked over, kissed his cheek, and said, “Dylan, this whole baby-making thing might be fun.”
He hugged her waist. “As long as we do
