Tessa Caldwell's mouth fell open; her laugh was kind of like crying but not really, and she yelled, "You're sure they didn't mess it up again like last time, right?"
"They've already checked. It should be confirmed." Faye looked into her eyes, overflowing with tenderness, and rubbed her little head. "From now on, for quite a long while, you are not allowed to stride around like a supermodel anymore."
Tessa stuck out her tongue at him. "I'm not a model, I don't come with a built‑in wind machine."
Then she flashed Faye a brilliant smile.
That smile was like the blazing sun in June, scorching his heart, making Faye's gaze turn deep and dark as ink. He stared at her without blinking, thinking of her, thinking of the baby, a surging impulse pounding in his chest.
A broad, warm hand suddenly clamped the back of her head; he hauled her into his arms, and a searing hot kiss landed right at the corner of her mouth.
