“I think we need to add extra locks to the windows and doors to keep our stubborn, sugar-addicted children from sneaking out to do dirty things.”
He brushed his lips over hers and whispered, “And ruin all their fun?”
“You’d be okay with your teenage daughter sneaking out and having sex with a guy who can’t wait to leave town?”
Zane’s brows knitted. “Double locks. And a shotgun.”
“Locks, yes. Gun?”
“How about we line the yard with those net traps that hang from trees? We can catch the bastard before he touches our little girl.”
“What if it’s a little girl coming to meet our son?”
“Well . . .” He smirked.
She swatted his arm, laughing. “You’re impossible.”
“And I’m all yours.” He pressed his lips to hers. “What does that make you?”
“The luckiest girl in the world.”