“Ahh.” She stretched her arm out over her head and groaned. “Perfect. That means we get to start our marriage with me kicking your ass.” My eyebrows arched slowly. “You think so?” Greer waltzed past, her shoulder brushing mine as she did, and she gave me a searing look over her shoulder. “I don’t think so, Coleman. I know it.” I blew out a harsh breath and tried very hard not to stare at my wife’s ass as I followed her over to line up.
