I blink, clearing my lusty head. “You’re going to come with us? Fishing?”
“Ice fishing,” she clarifies. “Yeah. Might as well. I want to be with the two of you.”
“It’s going to be cold.”
She rolls her eyes. “You know, I actually guessed that. The ‘ice’ in the name kinda gave it away.”
“You hate the cold.” She spent all of last night with her ice-cold toes wedged under my calf.
She stands up and pouts, the blankets falling away behind her. “I can handle it. I’m made of tougher stuff than you think.”
After everything she’s been through, everything I did to and on and inside of her, she isn’t wrong. The fact she’s still standing is a miracle.
“A mafia princess roughing it in the woods.” I shake my head and pull her naked body flush to mine. “That wasn’t on my bingo card.”
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