Fragile Dreams

He pictured their children laughing and racing around their legs—an image so lovely it felt like a dream.

When the two plates of pasta were ready, Sloane turned to call him over, but a pair of arms slipped under hers and circled her waist from behind.

“Watch your hand!” Sloane exclaimed in a low voice.

“Sloane, I feel so blessed right now,” Killian murmured, pressing his cheek gently against hers.