Hand-in-hand, Tam wandered along with Grant. In one hand she held a toy rabbit. “I’m really impressed with your shooting skills,” she said. He grinned. “Tam, honey, be prepared to be dazzled. I’m king of the fairs.” “Now I feel confident you can keep me safe if a zombie apocalypse happens.” Leaning down, he pecked a kiss on her smiling mouth. “Give my life for you, baby.” As always, he had a way of making her feel so protected, so appreciated, so loved. “Well, well,” drawled a voice behind them. “If it isn’t the lovebirds.” Turning, Tam saw Scott with his arm around Ash’s shoulders. In his other arm was Kurt, who blinked sleepily at them before laying his head back down on Scott’s shoulder. The toddler had his father’s brown hair and his mother’s sky blue eyes, and all the hallmarks of a future heartbreaker. “Couldn’t get a babysitter?” Grant queried. “This is family time,” Ash replied. Scott tugged her closer to kiss her on the top of the head. “Best time ever.”
