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“It feels like it,” he says, making a disgruntled sound.
“Well, if you don’t like it here, you can go back to California,” I say in a teasing tone.
He freezes as he’s screwing the cap on his protein drink. As he slowly looks up at me, I bite back the smile creeping across my face because I know exactly what’s coming. I like to push his buttons on purpose.
“Ma’am, are you trying to get rid of me?”
I let out a squeal as he drags me down and pins my hands above my head, burying his face in my neck. His facial hair scratches my sensitive skin, and I giggle hard in his hold, his other hand pinching my backside.
“Oh, I know what you need,” he says with a laugh, flipping me over.
“Beau!” I scream with a laugh before his large hand lands with a smack against my ass. I gasp, staring back in shock. He’s frozen in place with a wicked grin stretched across his perfect face.
“You’re in so much trouble for that,” I say in a low whisper.
“Am I? Because I think you liked it.”
With that, he spanks my ass again, and I can’t help the whimper that comes out of my mouth.
His brows rise in interest, and I find myself blushing, but before he can do it again, I flip onto my back. He covers my body with his, and I stare up into his eyes.
“I would never try to get rid of you,” I whisper, brushing his hair out of his face. “I love you too much.”
His lips brush softly along my jawline. “I know you wouldn’t. I’m yours.”
“Yes, you are. Mine forever.”
Rule #42: Play fair.
Beau’s epilogue
Three years later
“Roll a constitution check,” I say with a smug smile, crossing my arms.
“We’re playing Yahtzee,” Sophie replies with a sassy scowl.
Maggie giggles from the kitchen. Ever since Sophie moved here for college, choosing ASU over a school across the country so she’d have family if she needs it, she comes over for dinner and game night every week. We promised Charlie we’d keep an eye on her, like I wouldn’t anyway.
As Sophie picks up two of the dice, she shuts her eyes and shakes them in her fist before tossing them out on the table. They both land on two, matching the other three dice.
“Yahtzee, asshole!” she yells with her arms in the air.
“I’m telling your mom you said that,” I tease her as I mark her scorecard.
“I’m nineteen, you doofus.”
Maggie laughs again as she sits in the chair next to me. Reaching under the table, I clasp her hand, and she squeezes back. I play with the simple silver band around her finger as I read out the scores.
Once I settle the scores on the sheet, I scowl at the teenager across from me who is wearing a proud smile as she shoves a handful of popcorn into her mouth.
“You beat us again,” Maggie says to Sophie with a smile.
“You let him win,” Sophie replies as we start putting the game away.
“Oh, she’s never easy on me,” I joke, giving Mags a sly wink.
“It’s true.”
