“Sundown every other night?” Wyatt asks, and I glance over to see a very pleased look in his eyes. “Maybe not that much,” I retort, wondering if my body could even sustain that much sex. I really need to call and ask the nurse about sex during pregnancy. “We can just do it when the mood strikes us, I guess.” “I will be in the mood every day,” Wyatt deadpans. “Jesus.” “Multiple times a day if you like.” “Okay—” “A light breeze will get me in the mood with you.” “Whoa there, Mountain Man,”
