I was breathless, and my lips were tingling by the time he pulled back.
“You are insatiable,” I accused, huskily as I cleared my throat.
“You’re the one who proposed to me,” He said as he grinned at me.
“You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?” I shook my head in amusement as I called out for the kids. They helped me set the table, and I was putting Annabelle in her baby chair when Clay’s phone rang.
I gave Clay a warning look. “Clay, please. No calls at dinner. You just got home.”
He glanced at the caller ID and held up his finger apologetically. “Just one minute, I promise.”
He stood in the corner of the room as I began to serve the food.
“Hey, Bear,” he greeted, cheerfully. Clay listened intently until the blood suddenly drained from his face, and his hands fell to his side.
I frowned. “What’s wrong?”
“He’s dead.”
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