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He gave her a mischievous grin and an eyebrow wiggle when she confessed she couldn’t wait to be alone with him. Caracal’s features quickly softened as he kissed her nose, then draped himself over his young wife, breath warm against her temple.

Me too, Caracal said, dipping his head to nibble where her jawbone met her throat.

He wondered which would come first: their family vacation or their romantic getaway? He supposed they would probably happen in that order. Caracal groaned, though it was edged with happiness. He looked forward to both trips, for very different reasons.

Love you, wifey, he breathed against her cheek as he straightened and reluctantly pulled away, lest he get carried away.

As if on cue, he heard the playful cries of children coming closer. That noise quelled the subtle stirrings inside him. He caught Heda’s eye, smiled fondly, winked and then reached a still-damp paw toward her. He was happy they’d stolen these few moments, though it was time to get back to business.