I stepped toward Giancarlo. “Say I nag one more time, and your fiancé will have to come get your carcass off the floor.” The loon smiled like I’d promised him flowers. “You want to go?” “Gin, touch my husband, and I will personally cart you to the hospital,” Benito said. He looked between the three of us. “You know I could hear all of you the entire time, right?” “Dude, you’re walking around eating cookie dough from the roll like it’s a summer sausage. Someone’s gotta say something,” Giancarlo said. I nodded. It was getting out of hand. “Honestly, I’d rather you came home drunk at this point.
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