Desmond didn’t know if he should feel selfish for how happy he was.
A creeping feeling of guilt tried to gnaw and he’d ignore by kissing Rayne or taking her for a ride. Out shopping for clothes or getting food, they were Velcro and it was everything he wanted. Watching her at work, the boy who had tried to go out with her was all hearts and grins as he walked with his new girlfriend that had gotten his gaze off Rayne.
Thankful the kid had found love elsewhere; Desmond was sure one more charming grin would have gotten the French men punched in the throat.
“You worry for nothing husband.” Rayne said with a giggle as she sent him over a slow look and purred in French, “You’re my one and only. Don’t torment yourself mentally over a never gonna happen.” Giving her a wink over a book he’d
