“Honey,don’t do that. You know I’m ticklish. Wait, don’t—”
Therest of the sentence was cut off by her laughter. I kissed hercheck.“Glad to see you’re in a better mood than you were this morning.”She wrapped her legs around my waist.
“I’msorry. I was grouchy. It was one of those days.”
Itwirled her around again. “I love you even when you’regrouchy.”
Sheran her hands through my hair. A strand fell over my eyes and shetenderly pushed it back. “You do, don’t you?” she said softly.“You even love me when I act like a you-know-what.”
“You’venever acted like a you-know-what. Never.”
Herhands grabbed my face, tickling the beard stubble. I hadn’t shavedyet today. “You are such a wonderful, marvelous liar. Yes, Ihave.”
“Inever noticed,” I said, prompting her laughter.
“Ilove you but you bette
