Thinking about how I’d ridden him this morning before the kids were up, my cheeks filled with heat. “It really is.”
Once I was carefully perched on top of him, he wrapped one arm around me and pressed the other fist to the floor to make sure we didn’t topple over. Pressing his mouth to my ear, with his beard scraping my skin and making me shudder, he whispered, “Glad you’re back, baby. I missed you.”
I’d only been gone for an hour, but I knew he was telling the truth. Garrison still lived up to his road name with everyone else, but he was a teddy bear with our children and me. And I loved him all the more for it.