Page 101 of Exes and Oh Hell No

He chuckles. “Good.”

The waitress comes over, glancing at me before pinning her eyes on Ford. “Hiya, honey. What can I get you to drink?”

Before he can open his mouth, I cut in. “You can stop staring at my soon-to-be-husband like he’s a piece of meat.”

Ford snorts, a laugh bursting out of him.

I ignore him, glaring at the now flustered waitress, who turns her attention to me, her cheeks red.

“I agree with my future wife. Her needs come first.” He winks at me. “What do you want to drink, baby?”

I order a water and an iced coffee, shooting the waitress a smug smile.

She doesn’t even look at Ford as he says, “I’ll have the same.”

Nodding briskly, her voice is clipped. “I’ll be right back with your drinks.”

Ford is positively gloating as he stares at me with raised brows. “I fucking love seeing you jealous.”

For a moment, a wave of defeat goes through me.

This is what my life will be like.

Women are always going to hit on my hotter-than-hell hockey-star husband.

Soon-to-be-husband,I mentally correct myself.

But when I meet his eyes, I know it’ll be worth it.

Devotion and respect shine from his beautiful orbs, basking me in love.

Other women want him, but he’smine.

I cock my head and open my mouth.

He reaches over, squeezes my hand, and grins. “I’m all yours, hummingbird.Only yours.”

A thrill of pleasure zips through me.

I didn’t even have to ask.

He already knew.

The waitress returns with our drinks and then stiffly takes our order, her eyes on me.

I can’t prevent the victorious smile on my face.

I’ve let bitchy women boss me around for far too long, feeling inferior because of my curves.

But now… I’mowningthem.

After all, my future husband loves them.

He proved it to me over and over last night and again this morning.

As we sip our drinks, Ford tells me about the hockey group texts he received this morning.

He slides his phone over to me, letting me read them.

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