A winter retreat in the Scottish Highlands with my boyfriend—I take a breath and smile. Brimming with excitement, I rock back on my heels and collide into Thatcher’s hard chest with a thud. I freeze. This is all allowed, Jane. We’re together, and the security team doesn’t have to sign off on our public interactions as part of a ploy anymore. He clutches my hips, and my lungs expand. While I lean against his body, I weave my arms behind him and slide my hand down his back pocket. His peach-perfect ass is all mine.
