“Don’t get all grumpy,” I tease, wrapping my arms around him and leaning close.

“I dropped my snow cone,” he complains, and he sounds like a little boy. It’s so adorable, I start laughing.

He growls and then turns, grabbing me up and squeezing my ass.

“You’re lucky you’re hot,” I say, kissing his lips.

“Yeah, well, I’m cursed that my wife is so damn hot. Can’t keep them off of you.”

“Well, I did wear my best yoga pants,” I say, and shrug.

“I told you your ass looked too good in them.”

“Give me my smile,” I say, and he does as I ask.

He beams at me, giving me that cocky-ass grin with dimples showing. I kiss each one before I kiss his lips, and he grinds against me.

“You get turned on when you get jealous,” I mumble against his lips.

“I get turned on when I’ve got you in my arms. And you damn well know it.”

“Maybe you should remind me,” I push.

I’m not disappointed when he throws me over his shoulder and tells my sister and Ivan to take the girls home. He’s got something he needs to take care of, and it has to do with my sassy mouth.

God, I love my man.

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Gage Fleming finished off his IPA and tipped the bottle’s neck at the bartender. “I’ll take the check when you have a second.”

Seattle had come out of a long winter and cool spring, and was now firmly entrenched in summer. The energy was different during the hot months. The skirts were shorter and the nights were longer, and for him, the workdays were longer, too. He hadn’t left his desk until well after seven thirty—hadn’t gotten here until well after eight thirty. Given the hellacious week he’d had at the office, it didn’t surprise him that he wasn’t as upbeat as usual.

“Sure thing.” Shelly was petite, wearing a ball cap with her ponytail sticking out of the back. Her lashes were thick, and her lips were shiny with gloss. Cute as she was, he didn’t plan on asking her out. Even though she was his type, from her shapely calves to her low-cut V-necked T-shirt with the bar’s gold-and-red emblem on it. Even though she’d been offering her smiles freely and borderline flirting back with him, Gage wasn’t feeling it.

His best buddy Flynn and Sabrina, his other best buddy turned Flynn’s girlfriend, had taken off a few minutes ago. Gage hung around at From Afar, finishing his beer after a long week and what felt like a longer workday.