“Honey,” Ivy murmured, brushing close to Aaron. “There’s some cream… right there.”

“Where?” he asked, leaning in.

“Here,” she whispered, licking his lips before pressing hers to his. The kiss deepened for a second before they pulled away, laughing softly. Then they strolled off together, fingers interlaced.

They’d spent the entire day out—shopping, catching a movie, and grabbing lunch. Aaron had been playful the whole time, teasing her nonstop. Even in the trial room, he ...