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“THAT IS NOT A PG-RATED KISS!” Jake yells.

I don’t give a shit.

She’s mine now.

Legally.

Emotionally.

Completely.

This is our beginning.

And my wife has no idea just how unhinged I’m about to become.

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CONNOR

I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life.

Cheap shots on the ice. Saying no to dessert. That one time I let Jake cook.

But letting Gram be in charge of our honeymoon ride is by far the worst decision of my life.

I’m standing in the hotel parking lot, staring at a pink Cadillac convertible that looks like it drove straight out of a Bruce Springsteen song and directly into my nightmares.

The top’s down. The leather seats are blinding. I swear it smells like cotton candy and regret.

My wife is laughing her ass off as she grabs my hand and skips toward the damn thing like it’s her dream car. Her eyes sparkle with pure mischief.

“Well, husband? Are you driving, or am I?”

I rub a hand down my face, already dying inside.

“Where the hell did this come from?”

“Gram, of course,” she beams.

I sigh. “I know that. I mean, what fucking decade did this thing roll out of?”

Allie laughs. “Probably the 80s, judging by the looks of it.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Why the fuck is the universe punishing me like this? First the bug?—”

“Petal,” Allie corrects.

I ignore her.

“Then the goddamn station wagon?—”

“Wanda. And she’s not a goddamn station wagon.” She stands on her tiptoes, pressing her lips against my cheek. “She’s special. She brought us together.”

I soften, my eyes meeting my wife’s. “Can’t argue with that.” I catch a glimpse of the pink Cadillac out of the corner of my eye.Fucking thing is gonna haunt my dreams.

The gang surrounds us like they’ve paid for front-row seats to my humiliation.

Ford’s already got his phone out, filming what’s clearly about to become the next viral TikTok.

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