(Jack's POV)
Kai held up two types of lingerie. One red, one midnight blue.
She wiggled her eyebrows, she had that look in her eyes when she's pretending to be innocent but knows she was about to do something incredibly sexy to push me over the ledge.
"Honeymoon essential, baby. Which one says 'I am a good girl for my husband' better?"
I stared, but not at the lingerie. The red fabric blurred. Suddenly, I wasn't seeing lace. I was seeing Marie's hands.
Her hands, steady and gentle, wrapping a bandage around my scraped knee when I was five, after I'd fallen out of the old oak tree. "Brave boys get extra cookies, Bronc," she'd whispered, pressing a chocolate chip one into my palm.
"Jack?" Kai's voice cut through the memory.
She lowered the lingerie, her playful smirk fading into concern. "Earth to Bronc? You're looking at these like they might bite. Do you hate them?"
I blinked, forcing myself back to the bedroom, to my beautiful wife holding scandalous underwear.
