“I don’t think Doc or Neal would begrudge us any time together, but it does work better since Neal came back. I haven’t had any nights that have been… missed since then.”

Alone. No nights alone.

Malcolm kissed him again. “I can get them off without hurting you. Here…”

He shifted up onto his knees so he could unbuckle and unbutton Raylan’s jeans, then start carefully shimmying them down.