“So what’s happening here is you have a wife who’s all class and beauty but will crack open a beer, not bitch about the shitload of junk food, and will watch live sports with you and your buds?” “Yes,” Dax replied. Maverick shook his head. “You’re a lucky fucker.” Dax’s mouth curved into a self-satisfied grin that said, I know. Well, so long as he knew.
