*Alistair*

“How about Cordelia?” Blackwood suggested.

Daphne shot him a disgruntled look. “How about no?”

A bubble of laughter caught in his throat as his mind began sorting through a list of ‘unlikely’ names that he set aside for just the right occasion. Alistair learned rather quickly of the one thing that he loved more than making love to his wife. It was purposely winding her up.

Ever since that night when Daphne slipped ...