Mila

Lucas pulled the truck to a stop a stone’s throw from the lake cabin. He slid out of the driver’s seat, taking his warmth…and his hands…with him. He turned around and locked gazes with me.

“Come here, Mila.”

I scooted over and he scooped me into his arms. I squealed with delight, laughing and kicking my legs as he easily bore me out of the truck.

“Your feet don’t have to touch the ground, my dear.”

“You big ...