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I grab the doorknob and yank the door open.

He’s about to call my name again, making a fool of himself, and his back is turned to me.

“What is wrong with you?” I snap, holding my hand out for my birth certificate.

He glances at me over his shoulder before slowly spinning to me.

“Where was it?” I ask.

His stare is blank.

How could I share my life with this man?

“Where was it, Joachim?” I growl, feeling the pressure of getting my birth certificate and making him go away.

Ewan is still behind the door, and as much I would love to see Joachim lose his shit because of him, I’d rather not have the two men in the same room.

“It was in a…”

His voice trails off, his eyes wandering over my outfit.

“Were you out or something?” he asks incredulously and a bit condescending.

“I don’t appreciate your tone,” I say and connect my hand to my hip, tired of holding it out.

“What about you? Have you been out drinking or something?”I sneer, glancing away and looking for his ride, trying to figure out whether his new woman is with him, perhaps waiting in his car.

She probably isn’t. He wouldn’t dare to bring her here.

In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if they had an argument and broke up.

He does that often.

He gets bored, becomes insufferable, and picks up a fight so you can toss him out.

The man needs help.

“You could’ve called,” I say.

“I was in the area.”

“You were in the area, my ass.”

I’m absolutely convinced he’s here to start a fight with me after probably doing the same with her.

Asshole.

“Give me my fucking birth certificate,” I say, and I barely finish saying that when a storm rises up behind me, the door moves to the side, and two arms coming with some impossible-to-stop impatience grab the man in front of me and shove him back.

For a second, Joachim doesn’t even know what has hit him. His eyes go wide when Ewan pushes him into the hedge, grabs the lapels of his jacket, and lifts him up until his feet no longer touch the ground.

His arms move in reaction, and Ewan pushes his elbow into his face, growling at him.

“Give her the fucking birth certificate, dickhead.”

As if things are not bad enough, Joachim makes a fool of himself when he starts yelping.

“Don’t kill me. Please don’t kill me.”

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