“Not wrong,” he said, half groan, half sigh. “Just dangerous.”
“You’re as bad as me, Master Manipulator. They just never suspect a thing.”
“Perhaps,” he conceded. “But I was hoping for a period of calm. Just a month. Hell, I’d settle for a week with no drama.”
She snickered behind her hand.
“No drama. At Devil’s Pointe. That’s adorable.”
Dev’s hand slid higher along her thigh before settling possessively over her backside with a firm squeeze.
“Don’t your gallery, the club, and your husband keep you busy enough?”
Cari wound her arms around his neck and looked into the deep-brown eyes she couldn’t help getting lost in.
“There’s always time for love.”
His expression immediately softened. In an unguarded moment, gentler than the dominant confidence he showed the rest of the world, he lowered his mouth to hers.
“It warms my heart to hear you say that. Kiss me, princess.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered warmly against his lips.
Love for him swelled in her chest. She didn’t need to shout it to the world.
All anyone had to do was look at her to know.