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“Nope,” she answers a little too chirpy.

“Didn’t your mom take you to the store?”

“Yeah, real exciting outing. Grocery stores are soooo titillating.”

I ignore the sarcasm.

“Nothing new with the wedding plans?”

“Nope,” she parrots.

This is a lie. Bex may be working, but she still finds time to marathon text Willow. Chase, Bex, and Wyatt visit Beckett several times a week, and each time, Bex comes loaded with wedding magazines and new ideas.

If she doesn’t make some decisions soon, Chase has threatened to take over.

He’s done waiting.

“Hmmm, sounds like a boring day.”

“Yep, just another day like any other. Nothing special, nothing at all.”

I don’t hide my grin this time. She’s laying it on thick.

“Take him for a minute.” I ease Beckett into her arms. “I got off early today.”

“Noticed that when you barged in on me hanging the picture.”

I go on, my cock stirring at her snark. “Had an appointment.”

She remains blank-faced.

I pull off my sweater, and her gaze locks in on my upper rib cage.

“What did you do?”

I peel the wrap, giving her a clearer picture.

Her eyes well with emotions. “It’s today’s date. You remembered.”

“It’s right below your missions…” she trails off and sucks in a shaky breath, regaining her composure. “I should have known you wouldn’t forget.”

“Fucking never forget the day I first saw you, Princess.”

“I don’t even remember the woman who met you that night.”

“I do and she was fucking perfect.”

She nuzzles close, kissing a trail to my mouth. “I love you.”

“Never get tired of hearing it.”

After a few minutes, Beckett finishes his bottle and she passes him back to me. “You take care of him. I’ll get the food ready.”

She stops at the base of the kitchen. “I did get away with one surprise today. Since my super stalker husband tracks my moves, I had Mom help me.”

I raise my eyebrows, my mind buzzing at the possibilities.

“Before our trip to the grocery store, we made a stop by my doctor.”

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