“You did a great job. I had no idea.”

“I wanted to show you how much I love you by giving you something that speaks to your heart.”

“I love the piano.” He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. “But you speak to my heart. You are all I need.”

Their lips met in a warm and unhurried kiss, the kind of kiss they could look forward to enjoying for the rest of their lives.

Morgan pulled away and smiled. “Are you going to try it?”

Lance set his champagne glass on the piano and sat down. He lightly touched a few keys, then began to play “Can’t Help Falling in Love.”

Morgan sat next to him, drank her champagne, and listened to his easy tenor.

He finished and turned to her, pressing his lips to hers again. “Thank you.”

She kissed him back. “Promise to play for me often?”

“There isn’t anything in the world I wouldn’t do for you. I meant every word I said today. I will love you, heart and soul, for the rest of my life.”

Morgan looped her arms around his neck and kissed him again. Lifting her mouth from his, she said, “Back atcha.”

Lance pulled her onto his lap. “And now that we’re alone, I can show you how much I love you.”

Happiness shifted to heat, and Morgan whispered in his ear, “Maybe we should go to bed.”

“I heard music,” a small voice said. Oohs and aahs followed.

Morgan turned to see the girls standing in the doorway. She rested her forehead on Lance’s shoulder. “It’s my fault. I wanted you to play.”

Lance was shaking with laughter. He kissed her nose and said two words: “Eight days.”

“They’re kissing again.” Sophie shook her head. Rushing to them, she pushed Morgan aside and climbed onto the bench between her and Lance. “Let me play.”

“And me.”

Ava and Mia crowded Lance. Morgan slid off the piano bench to make room for the girls. Lance mouthed “sorry” over the kids’ heads.

Morgan could wait. In two days, she’d have him all to herself for eight whole days. Then they’d have the rest of their lives together.

The kids would have to get used to lots of kissing.