Luke collapsed onto her back, he kissed the side of her neck. “The next time you’re dancing on a table it better be a private show.” He brushed her hair back from her face and turned her head to look at him. “For me.” As if she needed the clarification.
Later still, Mac was freshly showered and snuggling into bed in Luke’s arms. She was happy they had reconnected and he wasn’t actually angry with her. She was just drifting off to sleep when she was jostled in his arms. He reached over her and slid the nightstand drawer open. He rummaged for a few seconds then plunked the little wooden paddle on top of the nightstand. He slid the drawer closed and settled back in.
“Um, what’s that for?”
He pulled her closer, tucking her head under his chin. “Tomorrow. I think we need to have a talk about throwing food.”
Mac’s eyes widened as she was rocked by Luke’s deep chuckle.
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