“Urrrgh!” Lana stomps her foot, hands on her hips. “I can’t stand you, Hunter Beckett!” “Hunter Beckett!” Olivia hollers from across the yard. “Leave her alone!” Hunter flashes her a toothy smile, pulling in his dimples. “Yes, Mommy!” He turns that conniving grin back on my daughter. “Yeah, well, you better get used to me annoyin’ you. My daddy annoys my mommy every single day, and they’re married. You know what that means? It means I’m gonna marry you one day.” Lana rolls her eyes. “As if I would ever marry you.”
