Damien ripped the back door of the SUV open.
He expected to find his wife slumped in the leather seat, peacefully sleeping off the tequila. Instead, he opened the door to a flurry of rose-gold hair and absolute chaos.
"I'M HOME!" Aria loudly announced. She leaned forward, entirely ignoring gravity, and practically fell out of the cabin.
Damien's reflexes flared. He caught her effortlessly, his large hands clamping around her waist. But Aria didn't just sag against him. Using his solid grip for leverage, she shimmied upward, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and locking her legs around his waist like a highly affectionate koala.
Her silver Jimmy Choos dangled in the air, clicking together as she secured her hold. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, a warm, heavy weight smelling sharply of expensive alcohol and pub grease.
