“He’s fantastic,” Richard whispered in her ear, and she could only nod. Her ability to speak seemed to have been swallowed up by the emotions sparking through her body. To be standing there with Richard and their girls, as they watched their son in his first performance seemed absolutely perfect. She couldn’t have asked for anything more.
THE CONCERT LASTED for two hours, and Hanna found herself crying more than once as she watched all the campers put their hearts and souls into their performances. Many of them came from deprived backgrounds and had never been to a theater or to see a concert, yet they came across as consummate professionals. Even those with stage fright managed to swallow it down and take fearful steps across the stage.
By the time it was over and all the donors had been thanked, Molly had fallen asleep in Richard’s arms. Her tiny head lolled against his shoulders as they walked toward the camp, her mouth moving softly as she breathed. It hurt Hanna’s heart to see her husband holding their last baby, and it made her want to make more with him. He was such an amazing father to them all.
“Claire said she’d take the children tonight,” Richard whispered. “She thinks you deserve a break.”
Hanna looked at him quizzically. “Are you planning something?”
“Only a bit of quality time with my wife.” He winked, walking into the large family cabin they’d built a few summers ago. “Maybe you can put those shorts back on.”
She laughed. “They’re the most horrific things I’ve ever worn. I think I cut them down myself a few years ago.”
“They’re the sexiest thing you’ve ever worn.” He put Molly down in her cot, lifting the blanket over her sleeping body. “I can’t stop thinking about the way you looked in them.”
“My ass was half hanging out.”
“My point exactly.” He pulled her toward him and brushed his lips across her forehead. “It’s how I like you best, all dressed down, with a band tee on, your hair flying in the wind as you watch the music play. It reminds me of when I first met you.”
His fingers lingered on her bare arms. Her body tingled to his touch.
“Maybe you should always wear a tuxedo. That’s how I remember you.”
“The hotel staff would think we’re crazy.” He pushed his fingers into her hair. “You in cut-offs and me in a dinner suit. I’ll look like your sugar daddy.”
Hanna grinned. “It sounds delicious. You pay for dinner and I’ll pay you in kind.” She stood on her tiptoes to push her lips onto his. She could feel him harden against her stomach. Her own body clenched with need.
“I like the way you negotiate,” he murmured before kissing her hard. His tongue plunged into her mouth, lashing against her own. For long moments they continued to move against each other, their hands wandering as they reconnected. Hanna felt him grab her ass to pull her against him, his hardness pulsing against her.
“Get a room,” Nathan complained as he walked into the cabin. “Jesus, anybody would think you were newlyweds.”
“Give me a break. I haven’t seen my wife in two weeks.” Richard laughed into her hair. “And I have got a room, so thanks for the suggestion.”
Nathan stopped mid-walk. “Are you guys going to a hotel?”
“Don’t even think about it. I asked Claire first,” Richard warned.
“It wouldn’t be too hard for them to look after all the kids. Lucy and I could join you there.”
Hanna started to shake with laughter as she felt Richard bristle. Their romantic night was fast turning into a family reunion. She let her husband stew for a moment before stepping in.
“Nathan, if you let us go alone, I’ll look after the kids for you next weekend. That way you can plan something nice for you and Lucy.”
Nathan looked at her, cupping his bristled chin with his hand. His eyes narrowed as he considered his options.
“You’ll look after them for two nights? Friday and Saturday?” he questioned.
Hanna nodded. “You don’t even have to hurry home on Sunday.”
“It’s a deal.” His face split into a grin. “I can’t wait to tell Luce. I can’t remember the last time we were alone.”
“Nor can I,” Richard replied dryly, before turning to Hanna. “Shall we go say goodbye to Matt and Lily, sweetheart?”
IT WAS GONE midnight by the time they got to the hotel, and the restaurant had already closed. They ordered room service, sitting in the complimentary robes as they devoured burgers and fries, Hanna’s bare feet resting in Richard’s lap as they talked.
“I promised the children we’d be back in time for breakfast,” Richard admitted, setting an alarm on his phone. “We have six hours and twenty-seven minutes left of alone time.”
“I’m glad you planned it to a ‘T,’” Hanna replied. “I’d hate to miss out on those twenty-seven minutes.”