"I think we'd better move this out of the kitchen," he rumbled.

After placing one last sucking kiss on the hollow of her throat, Mack lifted her in his arms, snagging the bag of toys with one hand, and carried her to his bedroom. Alix glanced around, trying to absorb her surroundings. The room was large, the floor a polished hardwood like the main rooms in the house, two large woven rugs bringing splashes of color. The furniture was utilitarian without being stark, all clean ...