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The craziest part about all of this was how badly I wanted to do this every day for the rest of my life… And that was terrifying.

CHAPTER 26

THE REAL INTERROGATION

DALLAS

There's a specific kind of contentment that settles into your bones when you've had earth-shattering sex twice in twelve hours, and the woman responsible for it is sitting at your kitchen island like she belonged there.

Which, technically, she did.

I leaned against the counter, protein shake in hand, watching Davina tap away at her laptop. Her hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun that was somehow both chaotic and sexy, loose strands escaping to frame her face. She'd stolen one of my t-shirts, a grey Tampa Bay Buccaneers tee that rode up every time she moved, making it very difficult to concentrate on hydrating.

Ricky positioned himself at her feet, his head resting on his paws, but his eyes tracking my every movement with deep suspicion. He'd apparently decided that while I was tolerable enough to share a bed with his mother, I still required constant surveillance. Every few seconds, one ear would twitch in my direction, monitoring me for signs of treachery.

Karen, meanwhile, had claimed the corner of the kitchen island as her throne. She sat with her tail curled around her paws.

My wife. My dog. My foster cat who acted like she owned the deed to the house.

The words still felt strange in my head. Like wearing a new pair of shoes that hadn't quite broken in yet. Except these shoes came with spectacular legs, a mouth that could cut me down to size faster than any opponent in the ring, and a small zoo of animals with strong opinions about my existence.

Davina reached for her coffee mug without looking, took a sip, and made a small sound of satisfaction that went straight to places that had no business being awake again this soon.

Karen's ear rotated toward the sound, then she turned her judgmental gaze on me, as if she knew exactly what I was thinking.

“Take a picture,” Davina said, not looking up from her screen. “It will last longer.”

“I'm admiring.”

Her fingers kept moving across the keyboard. “It looks like you're plotting something.”

Ricky lifted his head at her voice, glanced between us, then settled back down.

“The only thing I'm plotting is whether I can convince you to take a break from whatever's got you scowling at your laptop.” I took a long pull of my protein shake, watching her over the rim. “I have ideas. Involving that shirt and the removal of it.”

Karen made a sound somewhere between a meow and a sigh, hopping down from the island with the grace of a creature who decided this conversation was beneath her. She stalked toward the living room, tail held high, radiating disapproval.

“Even the cat thinks you're being inappropriate,” Davina said, her lips twitching.

“The cat thinks everything I do is inappropriate. Yesterday, she knocked my protein powder off the counter and stared at me while it happened.”

“She's establishing dominance.”

“She's established it. I'm fully dominated. I live in fear.”

Her lips twitched again, but she kept her eyes on the screen. “Some of us have actual work to do. Not all of us can coast on our good looks and questionable life choices.”

“Questionable?” I pressed a hand to my chest. “I'll have you know my life choices have been exceptional lately. Exhibit A: convincing you to marry me.”

“You didn't convince me of anything. Tequila did the heavy lifting.”

“Tequila got credit, but I did the follow-through.” I set down my shake and moved around the island, coming up behind her. My hands found her shoulders, thumbs pressing into the knots of tension I could feel there. “What's got you so focused?”

She made a sound that was half groan, half sigh as I worked at the tight muscles.

“Podcast prep,” she managed. “I'm trying to figure out how to introduce my new husband to my audience without sounding like I've completely lost my mind.”

“Just tell them the truth. You met a dashingly handsome wrestler, fell madly in love, and couldn't resist his charms.”