Evelyn tried to pull away from his grip, her cheeks burning hot in the dim light of the moving car. "Let me go, Julian. I am not in the mood for your jokes."

"I am not joking, my sweet wife," Julian whispered softly, his deep voice carrying a warm, gentle vibration against her skin.

His large hand remained steady against the small of her back, keeping her locked close against his chest. He looked straight into her furious blue eyes, his thumb gently tracing the smooth curve of her jawline. The playful smirk on his handsome face slowly melted away, replaced by pure sincerity and deep affection.

"You really think...