QUOTE : Wyatt lowered her to the floor, then paused, his hands on her waist. “McKenna?” His breath was soft on her face. “Yes?” “You can look at me, you know. I’m not going to bite.” Something about the way he said it made her smile, and she lifted her gaze. The room was cast in shadows, and she could make out only the faintest outline of his stubbled jaw. She fought the sudden urge to touch his face. “Thank you,” he whispered. “For making me your husband.” His hand moved, ever so slowly, around her back. “And for giving me the chance . . .” He nodded toward Emma’s bedroom. “To be a father to that sweet little one in there.” The anxious tickle expanding inside her, McKenna matched the softness of his voice. “And thank you for making me your wife, Wyatt. For allowing me to keep her, and to keep my promise to Janie. It was very . . . honorable of you.” She was achingly aware of the progress of his hand on her lower back as it moved upward.