The handsome man sleeping soundly next to her, who was the county prosecutor, would wake up in fifteen minutes. She rolled over to wrap her arms and legs around his warm, hard body. As his arms tightened around her, Anne felt she was the luckiest woman in the universe. She was married to the man of her dreams, who'd given her two beautiful children, and a happy life she'd once thought was beyond her reach. Anne traced Michael's broad shoulders and hard-sculpted body with her fingertips, smiling when his eyes fluttered open. He pulled her close and planted tiny kisses on the sensitive places around her neck that sent a delightful shiver up her spine. Anne sighed, tilting her head to give him better access. She sighed again, this time in frustration, because he abruptly stopped when they heard a knock at the door, and two loud barks from an excited dog. Michael softly whispered, "We'll continue this later," as their five-year-old twins, Melissa and Michael Jr., bounded into the room and onto the bed, followed by their Giant Schnauzer, Harley. Melissa wrapped her little arms around Anne's neck and said, "Grammy-Daisy said that Santa is watching us to see if we're being good." Anne smiled as she visualized Daisy, housekeeper, friend, and the children's Grammy, using this holiday bit of information to get the sometimes-unruly twins to behave. "Honey, if you are behaving, then you've nothing to worry about. Right?" Stroking the big dog's head, Michael Jr.
