“I can promise you that the last thing I want to do is create a scene. But if that’s what I have to do to get your damn attention, then so be it.” He narrows his eyes. “Is that why you were late? I told you to be ready at twelve sharp.” The damn hat is in my way. I take it off and bat my eyelashes at him. “I was gettin’ ready,” I say in my best Southern accent. “Wanted to look presentable.” “Liar,” Étienne growls. “I would never lie to you, husband.” Bleh. That word tastes like bile. Étienne’s eyes flare. “Do not test me, Serene.” I step forward until my breasts brush against his chest. He
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