Earmuffs, Brenden,” I say pointedly. I pause, giving Brenden ample time to tune out, but his jaw only lowers further as I turn back to Thatch. “Fuck the hell out of your wife, and while you do it, shower her with affection. And do yourself a solid by not ever asking her what’s for dinner, ever again. That goes for both of you.” I flit my gaze back to Brenden. “Move Erin home, and in doing so, you’ll show her that her happiness is more important to you than anything else. Oh, and slide your hat backward next time you get a chance. It’s a major turn-on for her.” Brenden and Thatch gape at me as
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hahaha - brilliant, love this
