Mailah could not help the warm laugh that bubbled up from her chest as Chloe's fuzzy cat slippers slapped loudly down the hallway toward the kitchen.
The moment the heavy wooden doors clicked shut behind their noisy guest, the sunroom fell into a peaceful silence. Only the soft rustle of leaves outside and the gentle ticking of the grandfather clock filled the quiet space.
Grayson remained on his knees before Mailah, his long, broad arms still wrapped tightly around her waist. He buried his face deeper into the curve of her neck, taking a slow, deep breath of her sweet skin.
"She is entirely too loud," Grayson grumbled softly, his voice echoing against her collarbone. "She lacks basic elegance. She eats jam with her fingers. I am considering turning the second-floor guest room into a storage closet for my dark coats."
