“Baby…” He shook Ian’s shoulder. “Baby, it’s time to go to bed. We have to move tomorrow and be in the Catskills by the weekend to celebrate our mating. We can have the civil wedding and the reception at the Brooklyn house when we return. We need to put on a show.”
Ian couldn’t find the lever for the recliner because he was still half-asleep, once he did, he stumbled out of the chair and into Rémy’s arms. “I was so worried. What happened?”