Now that you've read Spark, I thought you might enjoy a little more.

Bonus Epilogue

We haven’t been in Hawaii but for two hours and the first round of newlywed lovin’ was good. Can’t wait to see how the second round goes. Hannah promised to let me try something new in the private pool on our balcony overlooking the beach.

Naked and breathtakingly gorgeous, she reaches over me and grabs a box from the nightstand. I grab hold of her hips, ready for that second round now. But she starts laughing and swatting my hands away. Setting the box on my stomach, she says, “Open it.”

“Is this a wedding gift?” I ask watching a mischievous glint spark in her eyes. Seductress. Tease. Flipping her down onto her back, I maneuver between her legs, already hardening again. “I thought we agreed no gifts?”

“Being married to you is gift enough, but this is something that can’t wait until your birthday or our anniversary.”

“What about Christmas?”

“Definitely not Christmas.” After setting it on her chest, she nudges it. “Just open it.”

After kissing each one of her perfect tits, I take the unusually shaped box and turn it over. “Is it a watch? You trying to keep me on time?”

“It’s not a watch.” She smiles. “Jet, you’re impossible you know that?”

“My mom called me a knight in shining armor with a ladykiller smile.”

“Your mom filled your head with nonsense,” she says, laughing. “Now open it.”

I lift the lid but then set it back down. “So you’re saying I don’t have a ladykiller smile? Are you telling me my mama just told me I was handsome because she was my mom?” I try to hold back my laughter, but fail miserably when she rolls her eyes.

“Oh my God, Jet. Just open it all right already.”

“Fine. Fine.” I lift the lid and look inside the long skinny white box.

I sit up still staring down at the box. Hannah rests her chin on my slumped forward shoulder, her hand rubbing lightly over my bare back. No jokes come to mind. The teasing has stopped, but then she whispers, “That ladykiller smile gets me every time.”

Taking the present out of the packaging, I ask, “This is real, right?”

“Yes, it’s real.”

“Two pink lines?”

“Two solid pink lines.”

Swallowing becomes harder as realization sets in. “You’re pregnant?”

With a wide and smug grin, she replies, “I sure am, Mr. Crow.”

“I’m going to be a dad again?”

With a laugh, she kisses my arm. “Yes, and this time I’m going to let you do everything you never got to do the first time like change those middle of the night diapers.”

“Happily, but might I remind you that this is all new to you too.”

“How about we do this together?”

Her hair’s a fucking sexy mess, her lips swollen from kissing. The makeup she wore for the wedding is all but lost in the sheets. But when I look at her, I see the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. There’s a glow that shines from the inside. Sincerity when she looks at me that gives me peace. A welcoming smile that accompanies her warm embrace. How did I get so lucky? “I wouldn’t do this any other way.” Leaning back, I bring her with me. The smell of her cinnamon mixes with the ocean breeze as she snuggles with me.

“Are you happy?” she asks, her breath blowing across my chest.

I struggle to answer such a simple question. Not because I’m not happy, but because I’ve never felt such a strong reaction. My breath doesn’t come easy and her head pops up to look at me. “Jet,” she says, stroking my cheek. “Aww.”

There’s no hiding the water in my eyes, so I close them hoping it returns to where it came from. When I reopen them, I say, “Happy isn’t a big enough word for what feel. I just . . . I can’t believe we’re going to have a baby. I can’t believe you’re having my baby.”

The tips of her nails scrape lightly along my scalp as she lies back, comfortable in who she is, not just exposing skin, but exposing her heart to me. Sliding down the mattress, I lean over her and kiss her stomach. “That’s my baby in there. My baby carrying my baby.”

That makes her laugh. “So I’ve been thinking about names.”

My gaze shoots up to catch her eyes on me and that glint is back. “And?”

“I thought that maybe we should continue the Crow tradition.”

“Which tradition is that?”

Sitting up abruptly, she straddles me. With her hands on my chest, she’s clearly excited by how she starts talking faster. “Naming the baby after the place where she’s conceived.”

Thinking about all the places we’ve had sex . . . and fucked, I start to tick off every major appliance, room in our house, in the Ojai guesthouse, and praying it’s not in some of the other places we were too impatient to wait. “Do you know where the baby was conceived?”

“I do.”

Please don’t let it be that time we did it in the bathroom, or on the pool table, or in the bed of my truck. “Where?"

Hope you enjoyed this bonus. Make sure to read TULSA to find out the name of Jet & Hannah's baby. XOXO, Suzie