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He’s drunk, I can tell by the sway of his body following the impact. And he’s a sloppy drunk at that.
My hand fists his collar, slamming back into the wall for good measure.
“Did you fucking touch my wife?”
His face reddens. “Relax, she wanted?—”
I tighten my grip, my knuckles pressing into his throat. “If I hear you say one more word to her, one more word about her, I will put you through this wall.”
He swallows. Hard.
I release him only to grab him by the collar and drag him back out to the table, where Maggie and Carl both freeze mid-sentence.
Gently—painfully controlled—I shove him down into his seat, causing the whole table to shake.
“The only reason I am not dragging him outside,” I say, my voice level, not raised, “is out of respect for you two.”
Carl’s jaw is clenched tight. Maggie looks like she might throw her napkin in Andy’s face herself.
I turn to Scottie.
“You okay?” I ask.
Her eyes are soft.
Warm.
Brighter than the lake.
She nods.
“Let’s get out of here.”
CHAPTER 32
Scottie
BIG BED
Gavin bought the lake house.
The sale is still pending, but it’s a done deal.
For a minute, I thought Maggie and Carl might revoke the offer after everything with Andy went down—but no. They kept their word. I think they realized what we already knew, which is that their son is a total piece of shit.
Sometimes good people raise terrible humans, and that’s all I’ll say about that.
We made it back to the house just in time for Gavin to practically rip my dress off and fuck me against the wall in nothing but my heels.
Jealousy does wonders for his sex drive.
He mumbled between grunts something about another man touching what’s his and how he’ll kill him the next time he sees him—and any other man who touches me—while absolutely fucking me into oblivion.
I have no complaints.
Ten out of ten, highly recommend.
In fact, I’m almost tempted to hire some poorunsuspecting soul to flirt with me in front of my husband just so he’ll fuck me like he owns me again.
