“You both have me.”
He skimmed his hands down her back. “Of course we do. We wouldn’t have settled for anything else.”
She chuckled. “Lying here all relaxed, I was just thinking . . .”
“What?” he pushed.
“Nothing. Doesn’t matter.”
He growled. “Gwen, what were you going to say?”
Stifling a smile because she knew it drove him insane and, well, that would always be fun, she said, “Nothing, forget it.”
Honestly, Zander wanted to throttle her. “Tell me.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“I hate it when you do that.”
“Yeah? Take a guess at how many fucks I give.”
He rolled her onto her back. “You’re lucky I love you.”
She smiled. “Yeah, well, you’re lucky I love you. Although . . .”
“What?”
“Nothing. Doesn’t matter.”
“Gwen.” Growling, he dropped his forehead to hers. “You’re trying to drive me out of my mind.”
“Now what makes you say that?”