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“You prefer me to have guards. You don’t like that I might have to defend myself.”

“The point of guards is to make sure you don’t have to defend yourself.”

“Guards can be bought. Aren’t you glad that if I get kidnapped, I can break my kidnapper’s nose?”

Just the suggestion had me hiding a grimace because she’d almost been kidnapped before, and I couldn’t even think about that without wanting to kill someone.

“I think you just spoke my worst nightmare out loud.”

When her eyes clashed with mine, I saw them soften at my words. “Oh, Eoghan.”

The spoon clattered against the dish, and she reached up and cupped my cheek. “I’m so lucky that you love me so much.”

I considered it less like luck and more like a curse, but I could see how it was beneficial to her and how it might seem romantic.

To me, it was inevitable.

Like my heart pumping oxygen around my body.

It simply was.

“I love you too, you know?” she told me softly, her gaze warm and gentle.

A part of me wanted to use that to my advantage, get her to cancel the dinner we’d planned with Brennan and Camille, but I wasn’t that much of a jerk.

I had plans, but they could wait until later on.

Brennan and I agreed to eat, watch one game of whatever was in season, and then we went our separate ways.

Not because we didn’t get along, but because we both had better ways to spend our Friday night than with each other.

The best part of my brother-in-law also being my brother was that we didn’t have to suffer fools lightly.

The sisters might want to hang out, but both of us preferred to beinour wives than watching football with another guy.

“I do know you love me,” I replied. “That’s why you put up with me.”

Her scowl made an instant appearance.

Just as I’d known it would.

She wagged her finger. “Stop saying things like that.”

“Like what?” I asked, all innocence.

“I don’t put up with you,” she grumbled and went on to ‘berate’ me for another ten minutes about why my idiosyncrasies werecute.

When the buzzer sounded, I was almost disappointed. I liked hearing her defend me, especially when she wagged her finger at me.

I knew Bump would be on the receiving end of that wagging finger over the years, but as for myself, I was tempted to stick it in my mouth and nip it.

What could I say?

I liked corrupting her.

Brennan and Camille came upstairs after a couple minutes. Camille hugged me; Brennan punched me in the shoulder so I hit him in the gut.

“Brennan!” Cammie said, her shock clear even as Brennan sputtered.

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