“Take me to bed or lose me forever.”

Clay carried her down the hall to the bedroom. “That sounds familiar. Where’d you hear that?”

“You’ve never seen Top Gun?” she asked, staring at him with huge eyes.

He laughed. “Just teasing.”

She squealed when he dropped her on the bed and she bounced. Dylan leaned back on her elbows, watching as he stripped off his shirt.

As his hands drifted to his belt, the sound of the front door slamming echoed throughout the house.

“Clay?”

He froze...