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“You play hard, you party hard, and you—” “Fuck hard?” “And you’re a womanizer. Just because I was in a committed relationship, doesn’t mean I can’t spot a fuckboy. You’re not coming near my vagina.”
“I could come on your back if that works better?”
“Maybe I should tattoo a diamond necklace on the back of my hand . . . that way I can dress you up whenever I want.”
“Cam, stop!” “Hey, Sunshine . . .” He swings, Bryan blocks it, and he throws another, this time it connects. His voice is calm but winded as he wrestles with Bryan. He holds Bryan’s arms to the side and looks up at me. “Can you please stir the sauce on the stove, baby? I don’t want it to burn.” He’s clearly the stronger opponent. I blink and step back as I process his request.
Chicken Salad barks at the window, and it makes me jump. I slowly retreat inside to make the extra noise stop. What am I supposed to do, wait for him to kill Bryan?
“Are you okay?” He turns off the water and inspects his hands. “Fine. Nothing broken. Did you stir the marinara?” “Who cares about the goddamn sauce, Camden!
“Sweetheart, top-drawer lettuce shows my commitment to the game and is a sacred hockey tradition.” But she’s right, I need a haircut. “How are you feeling?” My voice is groggy. “Meh. How are you feeling? You’re grumpy when you’re tired.” “Maybe I’ve got my period too.” Reaching behind, she slaps my leg. “You couldn’t handle a day with a vagina.”
“I’ll happily handle yours all day long to prove you wrong.”
whole tree, just the part that sticks out of the ground—” “Cam! That’s his landscaping!” “Jordan! That’s why it’s funny!” I say, imitating her. She tries to keep a straight face but loses her battle with laughter. I cup her rosy cheeks and kiss her. “You have your heists and I have mine.” She stares at me for a few long seconds, but eventually, her mouth tips up and she shakes her head. I step away so she can survey the property. “Any tree?” “Yup. Might I be so bold to recommend ones with curbside appeal?”
“You’re going to put it up yourself?”
I jerk my head, feigning disgust. “No! I’m putting it in the living room, you sicko.”
