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“Danny, for Christ’s sake, you can’t go around threatening principals.”

“Watch me.”

My arm is grabbed, and I’m hauled back. Rose gasps. “Ouch, fuck, ouch!”

I look her up and down, alarmed. “What? What is it?”

She holds a palm over a boob. “It’s nothing. Lennox walked into me earlier and knocked one of them.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m fine.”

“Maybe, but I’m not.” What the fuck? Lennox doesn’t do a very good job of hiding his attraction to my wife. I get it. She’s a showstopper, but he should take a leaf out of every other man’s book and abstain from admiring, or risk being bludgeoned.

“Oh, shut up,” Rose snaps. “And you need to have a word with Alan at the spa. Make sure he’s finished in two weeks.” She takes my arm and manhandles me back into the house.

How the fuck did this turn around on me? “I’ve had a word with Alan. It’s not possible.”

She swings a disgusted look my way. “So you can get an underground bunker big enough to serve the US military finished in two weeks, but I can’t get a few sinks plumbed in a few days?”

I shrug, collecting Maggie and making my way to the kitchen. I find Mum over the stove, doing her favorite thing—feeding people. “You just can’t get the staff these days,” I say, dropping a kiss on Mum’s cheek and handing over Maggie. “I appreciate you, Mum,” I say, surprising her. “I just want you to know that.”

“Are you okay?”

“Wonderful.” I face my wife with a big smile. “Date night?”

She recoils. “Now?”

“Yes, now.”

“No, Danny. Did you not hear what I said?”

“Yes, but you won’t let me go to the principal and have a discussion, so we may as well go out for dinner.”

“You need to talk to Daniel.”

She’s right, I do, but after today, actually, I’d rather either kill a principal or fuck my wife brutally. And I’m being blocked on both. “If I talk to Daniel, can we go out for dinner?”

Her smile is small and coy, and I swoop in, looping an arm around her waist, tugging her close, but not so close I put pressure on her chest. My dick sings its happiness.

“Well?” I grind into her subtly, mindful of my daughter and her grandma behind us. “I promise not to kill anyone for appetizers or mains.” I kiss the corner of her mouth, tasting the wine. “And maybe we can take dessert at home.”

Her anticipation is being breathed all over my face. “Okay.”

Fuck, yes. I brush our noses, rub my hardening cock into her groin, and kiss her hard. “Be ready in half an hour.”

I leave on quick feet, going straight up the stairs to Daniel’s room. He’s on his bed. No phone. “Confiscated?” I ask, shutting the door.

His head drops to the side. “And my console, and my iPad, and my whole damn life.”

I go to the bed and get on, resting against the headboard next to him. “What happened, kid?”

“He said you were a murderer.”

Oh? He did, did he? But what can I say? Whoever he is, he’s right. “Sticks and stones and all that, kid.”

“And he said his dad’s going to lock you up forever, and I won’t have a dad anymore.”

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