Page 140 of Faking Forever
She smiled.
The small movement of her lips proved simultaneouslyenigmatic, welcoming, and very fucking sexy. As always, everything about his wife was a study of contrasts.
Was it any wonder he loved her?
“Are you going to stand there gawking all night, Smith Jenson?” she purred. “Or are you going to make love to me?”
Oh, the latter.
Very much the latter.
He stumbled toward her, folded her into his arms, and kissed her.
When she finally remembered her family forty minutes later, Kenny nearly died of embarrassment.
“They’ll absolutelyknowwhat we’ve been doing in here,” she whispered in horror.
“Youbarelyscreamed, Kenna,” he whispered back with a smug smile at the corners of his lips.
“Oh myGod.”
He laughed.
“They didn’t hear anything,” he placated. “The walls are soundproof.”
“They are?”
“Mmhmm. I conduct a lot of business in here. It felt expedient.”
“Oh, thank God,” she murmured. The both snuck upstairs to clean up and when Kenny finally rejoined her family a while later, they were all out on the patio, having drinks and eating cake.
An expectant hush fell over them when Kenny sat down on the patio sofa next to Fern.
She leaned over and helped herself to a slice of cake and glass of bubbly.
“You were gone a while,” Gideon observed neutrally.
“You okay?” Cade asked.
“Leave the lass alone,” her father commanded. “Let her eat her damned caked in peace.”
She smiled gratefully at her dad before silently going back to her cake.
“Well? Did you kick him to the curb?” Nox asked, after a brief silence, licking some chocolate frosting off his fingers.
“Nope, still here,” Smith announced as he strode out onto the patio with a cocky gait. He’d showered, shaved, and was barefoot and wearing a fresh pair of jeans and his Archie and the Gang T-shirt.
He helped himself to some cake and sat down on one of the chairs, man-spreading obnoxiously in a pointed and unmistakable gesture of ownership.
He nodded at her father showing at least a token amount of respect.
“Happy birthday, James.”
Her father eyed him shrewdly, taking in the lack of shoes and the studied relaxation in his posture.
“I take it you two have worked things out then?”
“We have,” Smith nodded, not taking his eyes off of Kenny’s face. She had a hard time suppressing her happy smile and so stopped trying entirely and just beamed at him.
