The evening before her birthday, at 8 o'clock, Lucas Quinn carried Charlotte Allison from the living room sofa into the bedroom to rest.
"It's too early, I can't sleep," Charlotte lay on her side, resting her head on her hand, gazing lazily at Lucas with an enticing beauty mark teardrop at the corner of her eye.
Since finding out she was pregnant, Lucas insisted she be in bed by 10 and asleep by 11, but it was only 8 now; she wasn't sleepy and was teasing him on purpose.
Because she knew he had plans for her to sleep early.
Lucas looked at her unintentional coquetry, his Adam's apple moving as he cupped her waist and gently shifted her to a lying position before covering her with a light silk quilt and turning off the lights.
With swift and seamless motions, he approached her in the dark and whispered, "Sister, close your eyes, let me tell you a story."
No matter what today, he wanted her to sleep early.
