“Anya’s things are in the very back, covered with the quilt,” Diana told him. “Then you can dance with me, please.”
Ian looked at the various bags and tissue paper, grinning that the girl trapped inside his woman was beginning to set free, a little at a time. He didn’t think anything could have made him happier at that moment in time and when he caught her eyes, the smile there made him just a notch happier.