C68 CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT

ARTHUR BOSTON ROOM

Kourtney opened her eyes, feeling Arthur pull her closer. His head rested on her chest, and a smile graced her face as she admired him. He raised his head, looking at her.

"Good morning, sunshine," I said in my early morning husky voice.

"Seriously, you're calling me sunshine?" she replied.

"Why not?" I asked, resting my head on her chest. As she tried to free herself