“That was beautiful,” I whisper, leaning in close. “I wrote it for him,” Wick whispers back, blue eyes darting down to my mouth. Without hesitation or shyness, he captures my mouth in a slick, searching kiss. In front of the Royalty. In front of my mother. Fatherhood has changed Whitaker Ashby in a lot of ways, but it hasn’t changed how passionately he loves.
