As I lift my head so I can peer into his face, the quiet contentment that I’ve been feeling since Mack and I finally got out of bed early in the afternoon to have a late brunch fades. “I don’t know.”

His sharp eyes miss nothing. “You don’t want to.”

What I don’t want is for anything to ruin my unexpected happiness.

Making love with Mack, then us sharing a shower before we laughed over our meal, has made today so perfect that I don’t want it to end.

He even washed and dried my hair for me before braiding it, knocking my hand aside whenever I tried to take...