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“I have heard about these dogs, and they have phenomenal reputations,” I said. “They’re trained to be compliant and calm under pressure.”

“Not helping, Cage,” Dylan snapped at me, and Uncle Jack laughed.

Wolf just stood there staring at his wife, as if he was waiting for her to calm down and get on board.

That wasn’t really Dylan’s style.

She’d have to work this out in her own way.

“Fine. If you all think I need protecting, you’ll have to prove it to me,” she said.

“Don’t do this.” Wolf dipped his head so he was at eye level with her. “Don’t make it harder than it has to be. You wanted a family dog anyway. No one has to know that he’s also a protector.”

Dylan stepped back, moving around the coffee table to the big open space. She bent her knees and got into a fighter’s stance, and I nearly spewed tea all over the couch.

“Prove to me that I need protection.”

“I’m a fucking Navy SEAL. Are you serious?” He glanced over at us on the couch.

“Damn. I wish I had some popcorn right now,” Uncle Jack said, and Dylan shot her father a warning look.

“Come on, tough guy. I’m about to make you my bitch.” Dylan kept her eyes on Wolf as she circled him.

Presley covered her mouth to keep from laughing, and I shook my head in disbelief that she was going to try to fight a man who was twice her size, who was trained to kill, and also madly in love with her.

“You’re being stubborn, Minx,” Wolf said, his voice even as he turned in a circle, and she moved around him.

“Don’t Minx me and try to distract me. If someone breaks into the apartment, they will have to get through me first,” she said, as her arm made a karate chop at her husband’s chest, and he took the hit and chuckled.

“Baby. That’s the whole point. I don’t want anyone to get near you,” he said, and she did some sort of awkward double karate chop that didn’t appear to make a dent in him. Her eyebrows pinched together, and I could see the frustration.

Without warning, she spun around quickly, and her leg came up in a high kick, aiming for what looked to be his head, but he was too fast. He caught her by the ankle and then somehow managed to spin her around, with her back to his chest, as he wrapped both arms around her body, holding her still.

“Let me take care of you, Minx,” he whispered, but we all heard him. I didn’t miss the way Presley sighed beside me. “I can’t live in a world that you aren’t in. Can you give me this win?”

Dylan’s stance relaxed, and she turned around in his arms. “Fine. But Cage needs to check out the dog and make sure he’s safe to have around the baby.”

“Can you fly out to the training facility with me next month and meet him?” Wolf asked me as he tucked her hair behind her ear.

“Of course. Does this mean the show is over, though? It was just getting good.”

Presley smacked me on the arm, and Dylan flashed me the bird.

“I agree. I thought you could take him, Dilly.” Uncle Jack chuckled.

A little cry came over the baby monitor, and Dylan asked Presley if she wanted to go with her to see the nursery and meet the baby.

Presley jumped up and left the room with my cousin.

“So, this is the girl you dated for years, yeah?” Uncle Jack asked, keeping his voice low. “The only girlfriend I’ve ever met.”

“Because she’s the only one I’ve ever had.” I shrugged, and Wolf sat down beside me.

“I take it you’re back together?”

“No. She’s just back home for a few weeks. Her dad had a stroke. I hadn’t seen her in years, so we’re just catching up.”

“Catching up, my ass. You sure don’t look at her like it’s nothing.” Wolf smirked, the cocky bastard.

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