Page 115 of That Kind of Guy

“Adams.” His voice was teasing and cajoling. “You promised.”

I took a step back but was blocked by the counter. “I did no such thing.”

He shook out the mushroom hat, plumping it up to its original size. It had been squashed in the back of my closet. Emmett wouldn’t let me throw it out or incinerate it in a campfire the way I wanted to.

He put on an innocent expression. “I held that gross little turtle today, baby. I didn’t want to do it but I did it for the greater good.” He stepped closer with the puffy hat. “Now, your turn.”

I made to bolt but he caught me and laughter tumbled out of me. I tried to wiggle out of his grasp but his arm was locked around my waist. I couldn’t stop laughing.

“Marriage is about compromise.” With one hand, he tried to shove the hat on my head.

My arms were pinned to my side. “Marriage is about trust,” I wheezed, giggling and thrashing. “I don’t trust you not to post a picture of me in this hat.”

Emmett pulled the hat over my head, backwards at first so that the head-hole was at the back. I sighed in defeat, straightened up, and he spun the hat around.

I tried to glare at him. He beamed back at me. “There she is. My beautiful wife.”

“I hate you.” I smiled, despite this fucking dumb hat.

The skin around his eyes creased and his eyes twinkled. “No, you don’t. You love me.”

My hands came to his chest. “Despite my best efforts, I have fallen deeply and madly in love with you, and we are destined to be together until the end of time.”

A look of utter contentment passed over Emmett’s face. “All I ever wanted, Adams.”

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