by Kit Tunstall
“Yes.”
“Let me hold the boy.” Fredrick removed his grandson from Kendall's arms. “Your wife looks tired, Kendall. Why don't you settle her upstairs for a nap?”
Tessa couldn't bite back a yawn, and she followed Kendall up the stairs of their home. They had decided to stay in Naples after they married eighteen months ago. Once Tessa agreed to give Kendall a chance, the courtship had been a whirlwind, followed quickly by a wedding, then a few months later, a pregnancy.
When they got to the bedroom, Tessa yawned again. “Have I told you lately how happy you make me?”
“Not since this morning.”
“How about how much I love you?”
“Not since I said I love you an hour ago.”
“That's much too long. I love you, Kendall.”
He kissed her forehead, “I love you too, Tessa.”
She watched him as he watched her remove her clothes and slide on a nightgown. Tessa grinned at the desire that flashed through his eyes. Even after two years, it had not diminished. “Soon,” she whispered throatily.
He chuckled. “I'll make sure we have plenty of scarves on hand.”
“I trust that you will.”
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