“Before I get to see you give your man an ass beating? Not allowed,” Maddox argues. I scowl. “He’s not my man.” “Does he know that?” “I’d figure so, considering we’re both here dateless.” Braxton tries and fails to hide her giggle in her husband’s bicep. “She’s going to be beating your ass instead if you keep arguing with her.” He smiles sympathetically. “Sorry, Anna, that’s Braxton’s job.” I scrunch my nose in disgust. “And she can keep it.”
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