“Fine,” I murmur, knowing full well my brothers won’t leave me alone until they feel like I’ve at least heard them out. “So, tell me how to keep my wife happy.” My brothers all snicker in satisfaction. The pleased looks they share just irritate me further. I don’t even understand what their deal is until Xavier rolls his eyes as he repeats the words my wife mockingly. Fuck. For years, I’ve given them shit for how often they slip the words my wife into sentences unnecessarily, only for me to subconsciously do it myself. Fucking shit.
