Minerva looked a trifle surprised. “All right… Shall we tidy up, then?” Griff shook his head. “Not yet. I need to hold my wife a little longer and absorb her calming influence.” She snorted and laid her cheek against his chest. “Partner,” she corrected. “Whatever,” he replied, curling his arms more securely around her. “Whoever she is, I feel better with her in my arms.
