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I squeezed her hand and let it go to pick up the sheet of paper next to the door to scan the bakery items.

The place was packed.

As in, wall to wall people.

If it wasn’t my wife’s favorite spot, I would never come back here again.

“This is crazy,” I said as I grabbed my wife’s hand.

Except, my wife’s hand was definitely much bigger than it was supposed to be.

I looked over to see a man that was definitely not my wife standing there.

“You’re not my wife,” I said to him, yet still held his hand.

“Nope,” he agreed.

“You’re holding the wrong hand, Gee,” Bindi said from my other side.

“You’re sure?” I asked.

“We’re sure,” my wife and the man beside me said.

“I feel committed to finishing this Huey Brew experience with you, though,” I admitted.

“I’m not paying,” he said.

“Well, then I guess I’ll go back to my wife.” I dropped his hand.

“I’m not paying either,” Bindi pointed out when I reached for her.

I wrinkled my nose.

“Come hold my hand, Garrett,” I heard called from ahead of me. “I’ll buy you anything you want.”

I walked up to the man’s younger brother, Dima, and held out my hand.

He laughed and clasped his hand with mine, giving it a good shake before throwing his arm around my shoulder and said, “What are you doing here?”

“Holding hands,” Shasha said.

Shasha, Dima, and their sisters, Nastya and Milena, came and went from Dallas.

“What are you doing in town, man?” I asked. “I thought you went up north for the holiday.”

“I’ll never spend another holiday away from my sister,” he declared. “I’m here until mid-January.”

I grinned. “You’re coming to our Thanksgiving celebration?”

He shrugged.

He never came.

I knew it was due to him trying to keep distance from us.

Not that he didn’t like us, but it wouldn’t be a good thing for a crime boss and a cop family to be seen together. Not for either party.

He loved Maven, though, and would do anything for her.

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