Page 30 of Somehow You Knew

Holy mother of God. Why is that so hot?

Can you imagine what that would feel like against your clit, Hazel?

With one last pass of his tongue over mine he pulls back, still holding my face in his hands, staring down at me as my eyes drift open.

“Hey there, wifey,” he says, a teasing lilt to his voice.

“Um, yeah.”

Yup. That’s all my brain can come up with at the moment.

My mother squeals beside us, clapping her hands. “Now that was much better! Aw, my little girl is married!”

I spin to face her. “I’m beginning to wonder if my brothers were right. Have you been drinking more than usual, Mom?”

She narrows her eyes at me. “You know, any other daughter would be grateful their mother isn’t trying to talk her out of this ordeal, Hazel Marie.”

“Yeah, you should be grateful,” Gage adds, the smirk on his lips indicating how amusing he’s finding this now.

“Thank you, Gage.”

“My pleasure, Catherine.”

Huffing out my frustration, I start toward the exit. “Well, good to know my husband and mother are already ganging up on me. Looks like the next six months are going to beloadsof fun.”

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“Why were you acting like my mom was going to give you an infectious disease when she hugged you earlier?”

“What are you talking about?” Gage comes out of the kitchen with a plate of Chinese food in hand, headed toward the couch where I’m currently parked, eating my own dinner while Blueberry snores in my lap.

After our wedding, we immediately stopped by Timothy’s office to provide the appropriate documentation of our nuptials and officially start the clock on our marriage. Now, we’re finally home after the crazy day and I, myself, can’t wait to go to sleep.

Home.

Yup, my apartment is now Gage’s home too.

“You looked like her touching you made you uncomfortable,” I press.

Gage takes a seat on the other end of the couch. “It’s not that. It’s just…” He twirls a bite of chow mein onto his fork, considering his words before finally saying, “I’m not used to people being that nice. Plus, she’s your mom.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“I told you. I don’t do family, Spitfire. And honestly, I’m surprised your mother was so cool about this.”

My heart aches for him. “Yeah, well, she’s the best. But my family is big and they’re touchy, Gage. You might just have to get used to it for the next six months.”

Gage shrugs as he stares down at his plate. “I can’t make any promises.” Then he flicks his chin toward my feet. “Nice socks, by the way.”

I wiggle my toes. “Thanks. They’re one of my favorite pairs.”

Gage leans down to read the bottom of them. “Leave me alone, unless you have wine.” His eyes lift to mine. “I take it you’re a wino then?”

“That’s a little fun fact you should know about me, yes. There’s always a bottle in my kitchen. Also, I have plenty more pairs of ridiculous socks—just an FYI.”

Gage huffs out a laugh. “Can’t wait to see what else I’ll get to learn about you from your feet.”

I ignore his sarcasm and change the subject. “Do you have anything else you need to get from Diane’s house?”

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