Montana looked up as her husband joined her on the beach. “Are the kids in bed?”
“They are,” he sighed, putting an arm around her. “They’re worn out.”
“Of course they are. Trying to keep up with you would wear anyone out.” She leaned into him smiling.
“I think you have that backwards,” he chuckled. “they wore me out. I feel like an old man.”
Her eyes skimmed over his body “you don’t look like an old geezer.”
“Geezer,” he huffed, pinning her to the ground beneath him. “I’ll have you know I’m not that old.”
“Even if you were. I’d still love you.” She moved enough to press her mouth into his.
“That’s something at least,” he murmured as his hands moved over her toned body.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded squirming beneath him. “We have two ten year olds in the house.”
“Who are asleep,” he reminded her.
“So? They could wake up,” she giggled at his touch.
“I don’t care,” he grinned undeterred by her protests.