Lying on his stomach, with his arms wrapped around the pillow and his head angled toward me, Hugh whispered, “Thanks for coming home, baby.” “Home?” My heart skipped four solid beats, and a violent shiver racked through me. “How am I home, Hugh?” With a heated expression, he pulled up on one elbow and reached for me with his free hand. “Because you belong in this house.” Cupping the back of my head, he drew me closer. “You belong in this bed.” Fisting my hair, Hugh angled my chin up to his and traced his tongue over my bottom lip before pulling back to look in my eyes. “You belong with me.”
