“More fun than sanding wood and peeling off wallpaper?”
“Well, when you put it that way,” she teased.
He kissed her lightly, his heart pounding. This was it. There was no turning back. And he was good with that. In fact, he felt great, as if years of uncertainly disappeared when he looked at Shauna. “I’m all yours. Do with me as you wish.”
“You’re giving me an awful lot of leeway, Detective Garcia. You might want to take that back.”
“Never.”
She rolled him onto the floor and straddled him. She pulled his arms above his head and held them there, her face close to his. “Anything I want?”
“Anything.”
Sam looked at Shauna for a long minute. The timing, finally, was perfect.
“I love you, Shauna,” he whispered.
“Love you, too.”
He smiled. “I know you do.”
“Getting cocky, aren’t you?”
“Just a bit.” He kissed her. “But it isn’t every day I get to make love to the woman of my dreams.”
“Well,” Shauna said with a wry grin, “we’ll have to change that now, won’t we?”
# # #