Page 164 of The Wife Situation

“We’re going out,” he tells me, taking my hand and leading me back to the house.

When we’re inside, he changes shoes. I run my fingers through my hair. “Ready?”

“Yes, hubby,” I say, and when we walk outside, the Mustang is waiting for us in the driveway.

“How?”

He shrugs. “I’ve got ways.”

Easton and I climb in. We drive across town, elated, and Easton parks in front of a rustic bar.

“They only play oldies,” he says. “Tonight, we’re boomers.”

“No way,” I tell him.

“Adventures.”

Easton grabs my hand and we walk inside, our fingers interlocked.

It’s like stepping back in time with the decor and jukebox.

People are dressed in costumes and dancing in the middle of the room.

Some are playing pool in the corner, and I turn to him. We’re transported in time as I lead him to the dance floor.

Even though we’re not dressed for the occasion, neither of us has any fucks to give it as we dance and make out on the dance floor. Here, no one is watching us, no one cares, and I love seeing him like this, so free and careless, laughing and smiling. Giving him my heart is too easy.

“I’m drunk on you,” he says, wrapping his arm around me and lifting me in the air, spinning me around.

“My husband,” I say, grabbing his face to bring his lips down to mine. “Thank you.”

“For?”

“Showing me therealyou. I know you don’t share that version of yourself with anyone.”

His eyes darken and he smirks against my mouth. “Just you, Lexi.Only you.”

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EASTON

Birthday countdown: 28 days

Since meeting her: 18 days

Company takeover: 35 days

When we arrive back at the house after a night of dancing, I carry Lexi from the Mustang to the inside. She laughs against my chest and inhales me as I open the door.

“Do you think everyone will be mad at us for getting married without them?”

“Fuckinglivid,” I tell her, kicking the door behind me.

“You didn’t have to carry me,” she says, still in my arms.

“Fuck yes, I did,” I tell her, keeping her in my arms. “Maybe this will be your mode of transportation going forward.”

She places the back of her hand against her forehead. “Like a damsel in distress.”

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