Page 72 of After the Vows

“Officer Fellows. I expect I’ll need a police officer very soon.”

“Lana,” Chloe growls. “Do not take advantage of my husband.”

She bats her eyelashes. “It’s not taking advantage if he enjoys it.”

“Don’t make me phone your husband Ronald.”

“Oh, poo. You’re no fun.”

I bark out a laugh. I bet no one’s ever told Chloe she’s not fun before considering the woman is all about enjoying life.

“Next!”

I use the excuse of being next to order to get away from Lana.

“What kind of beer do you have?”

Chloe elbows me. “What kind of beer do they have? What do you think?” She motions to the cans lined up on the counter. “Five Fathoms Brewingof course.”

“I’ve never had aFive Fathomsbeer.”

“You’ve never had beer from your wife’s brewery?” Lana asks. So much for getting away from the mayor.

“What do you recommend?” I ask Chloe.

“We’ll have two cans ofFive Fathoms Summer Ale,a bag of popcorn, and a bag of peanuts,” she orders without hesitation.

“I’m not hungry.”

“Good. Since the food is for me and I don’t share.”

I pay for our purchases while Chloe carries our tray toward the bleachers. We claim an empty spot in front of the high jump. The kids are lined up but haven’t begun yet.

“Go, Natalia! You’re a winner!” Chloe shouts before sitting down next to me. “I hope you don’t mind but I plan to scream and shout for Natalia the entire time.”

“Why would I mind my wife supporting my daughter?”

Happiness sparks in her light green eyes. “Good answer, hubby of mine.”

“Did you like the beer?” Lana asks as she sits next to me.

“Lana. Don’t push him.”

“He’s your husband. He should support you. Trust me. I know. I’ve had three husbands.”

I pop the can of beer open and take a sip. I’m prepared to lie and say the beer is good regardless of how it tastes but itis good. I don’t know why I’m surprised. Everything Chloe does, she does well.

“What do you think?” Lana asks.

“I think my wife’s beer is excellent.”

Chloe rolls her eyes. “I didn’t brew it.”

I wrap my arm around her shoulders and draw her near. “No, but you own the brewery.”

“I don’t own the brewery.”

“Well, I never,” Lana declares.

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