The epilogue of Book one.

THREE MONTHS LATER.

He watched her laugh, tilting her head back, her brown hair dancing to the wind.

She had her palms placed on his chest, loving the feel of his body against hers, and hands wrapped around her waist, holding her still so she didn't get pushed by the waves.

"I can't swim if you keep holding me like this, you know?" She smiled into his face. He dug his finger into his wet hair.

He raised a brow at her, trying to keep the smile at bay while watching her. "Woman, I didn't snatch you out of Milo's bed, bribe Luca and Lina to watch the kids, and hide from my men because I want you to swim."

She thumped him on his chest while frowning, "You big bully if I had known that's all you had in mind, I wouldn't have come."

In response, he turned her around so her back was pressed against him. That opportunity presented itself to him, and he planted kisses on her neck, and she shivered.

"Pfft," he scoffed, biting her soft skin and earning a slight moan. "Maybe if you don't do that