Braxton beams. “How’s the hand? My husband has quite the grip.” “Fuck me, I think he might have crushed my bones,” Maddox groans, shaking his hand out in front of him. Brody huffs a deep laugh. “I’ve been shaking hands with men used to gripping bull rope since I was a boy.” “You don’t say?” Maddox retorts. Braxton lays a hand on her husband’s back and coos, “Poor baby. Will you be okay?” “Don’t mention this to anyone, and I’ll take it easier on you than I usually do Anna’s boyfriends,” he tells Brody.
