Page 136 of Indigo Ridge (The Edens 1)

He barely grazed the corner of my mouth.

“A real kiss.”

“Winn—”

“Kiss me, Griffin.”

He frowned, but obeyed, his lips lingering against mine.

“Stubborn,” I mumbled before dragging my tongue against his lower lip until finally, he kissed me like I wanted to be kissed, breaking away when we were both breathless. “I love you.”

He touched the freckles on my nose. “I love you.”

“After our nap, can we do something?”

“Depends. What do you want to do?”

I smiled. “You owe me a first date.”

Epilogue

Winslow

One year later . . .

“Hey, baby,” Griffin answered. “Having fun?”

“Don’t even start,” I muttered. “You know I hate traffic duty.”

He laughed. “You volunteered.”

“Because I’m trying to be a good boss.”

“The chief of police doesn’t need to man the speed traps.”

“We don’t have speed traps, Griffin.”

“Sure,” he deadpanned. “So you’re not parked behind the bush off the highway at the John Deere dealership.”

Not anymore. I glanced in my rearview at the bush and the dealership. “What are you guys doing?”

“We’re getting ready to go for a ride around the ranch.”

“By ride, you’d better mean in a truck and not on Jupiter.”

Griff had made a comment this morning that Hudson was old enough to start riding with him on the horse. I’d thought he was joking. He’d better have been joking. My baby was not getting on a horse. Not yet.

“He’s got to learn sometime.”

“Griffin,” I warned. “He’s two months old.”

My husband chuckled. “Yes, we’re riding around in the truck.”

“Good. Have fun.”

“I’m going to swing by Mom and Dad’s. Say hi. See how Briggs is settling into the loft at the barn.”

“Give them all a hug for me. Maybe two for Briggs.”