Orana’s point of view“Please, Mama?” Liorah pleaded, clasping her hands together.Vaughn exhaled heavily, leaning down to whisper in my ear. “It’s fine, a stór. I really don’t mind if she spends the night with them.”I relaxed, looking back at our daughter. “Okay, sweetie. But Vaughn is picking you up tomorrow morning, deal?”“Thank you, Mama!” she squealed, slamming into my legs for a tight hug before turning on her heel and sprinting back down the hallway.I looked up at Vaughn, feeling guilty. “I’m sorry about that. I told Callahan we need to establish better communication about these last-minute schedule changes, but—”“It’s fine,” Vaughn assured me softly, smoothing a stray lock of hair behind my ear. “Don’t worry about it.”“I’m running late,” I murmured, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before trying to step away.Vaughn let out a low moan, tightening his grip on my waist and pulling my hips flush against his. “I’ll be fast...”I let out a breathless laugh, pushing against hi
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