Mischief widens my grin. “No one. It was a lucky guess you unwittingly confirmed.”
He laughs, shaking his head as he strides to the bedroom. “You are something, baby. The first time I talked to you on the phone, I knew you’d keep me on my toes. I love you.”
“I love you, too.” As he stops beside the big, gauze-draped four-poster bed, I sigh. “What do you think our children will be like?”
He sets me on my feet and brushes a stray tendril from my face. “Half you and half me? Holy terrors.”
I can’t help but laugh. “I’m afraid you’re right.”
“Good thing I like a challenge.”
“Me, too. Now shut up and kiss me.”
“It will be my pleasure, wife.”