Much later, we’re out in the garden in loungers that Mack set up side-by-side, enjoying the last bit of sunshine of the day.

When he suddenly leans over and tickles me on my side, I drop my book and tip out of my seat. The only reason I don’t hit the ground is because of Mack’s shifter speed. Not that I care in the least, I’m laughing far too hard to care about stopping my fall.

“Oh wow,” Mack murmurs once he’s tucked me in the lounger beside him. “I didn’t think you’d be ...