“It hasn’t seemed like home since you left,” he said, kissing my lips.”

“Abby being in my room made it feel like home, and the emptiness no longer seemed right.”

“Good luck,”Travis grabbed my shoulders and planted a kiss on my lips. He pulled away quickly, nodding once. “That’s all the luck I need.”

“I'm a mess!" I said, frowning in the mirror. "Do you even realize how beautiful you are?" he asked, kissing my neck.”

“I kissed her again, tenderly touching my lips to hers. “Now what?”“Kiss the kids, and then you and I can celebrate eleven years of in-your-face-we-made-it. How about that?”

“I don’t want her,” he said, staring at my lips. “I’m just so fucking unhappy, Pigeon.”

“Are you sure about that, Mrs. Maddox?”“Are you ever going to stop calling me that? You’ve said it a hundred times since we left the chapel.”He shook his head as he held the cab door open for me. “I’ll quit calling you that when it sinks in that this is real.”“Oh, it’s real all right,” I said, sliding to the middle of the seat to make room. “I have wedding night memories to prove it.He leaned against me, running his nose up the sensitive skin of my neck until he reached my ear. “We sure do.”