“If people don’t stop coming to visit, I’m going to build us a separate cabin out here.”

“A sex cabin?”

“The floor will be nothing but one big mattress,” he promised. “No, I take that back. It will have everything built just the right height for every imaginable position: the counters, tables, holes in the walls—”

I laughed and had to cover my mouth not to wake the kid.

“It’ll be an Olympic training room for sex,” he said, waving his hand through the air as if he was envisioning the whole thing.

“We might need that chair, too,” I said. He knew exactly the one I was talking about.

“Hell, we might need that chair right now.”

“I’ll meet you upstairs in two minutes,” I said, pulling Tabby off his chest to settle her against one hip.

He kissed the top of her sleeping head and then leaned closer and kissed me, tickling my lips with his pirate mustache; clean-shaven Lon had only lasted for a few weeks, thank God. “Make it three,” he murmured against my lips, “and be naked by the time I get up there.”

“Dragon lady or beguiling witch?”

“Surprise me,” he said with a sexy grin.

And I did . . .