Page 45 of Perfect Bragg

“A key?” She raises her eyebrows. “Why do you need a key?”

I roll my eyes. “Duh. So, I don’t have to use the doorbell and chance waking Robin every time I come home.”

“H-h-home?” She stutters.

I lift the box I’m caring. “I’m moving in.”

Her eyes widen. “Moving in?”

I plow past her before she has a chance to stop me. “Where do you want me to put my stuff?”

“Your stuff?”

I set the box down on the coffee table in the living room. “Are you going to repeat everything I say this morning?”

She props her hands on her hips. “If you keep making nonsensical remarks, then yes.”

My brow wrinkles. “Nonsensical remarks?”

“Nonsensical means—”

I grin. This is too much fun. “I know what nonsensical means.”

“In which case, you can stop with the nonsense.”

I bat my eyelashes. “What nonsense?”

She throws her arms in the air. “This nonsense of you living here with me. We never agreed to this.”

I feign confusion. “But we’re married.”

“On paper.”

I clasp my chest. “Married one day, and my wife already doesn’t love me.”

“I never loved you to begin with,” she grumbles.

“You don’t love me? We need to work on our feelings.”

“We won’t work on anything because you’re going to turn your perfect butt around and go back home.”

I smirk. “You think my butt is perfect.”

She huffs. “It was a slip of the tongue.”

“Are you sure?” I twirl around and wiggle my ass at her. “You don’t think this is perfect?”

“I am not evaluating your butt!”

“Did you know the gluteus maximus is one of the largest muscles in the body?” I chuckle. “It’s a huge ass muscle.”

“This is why you can’t move in here. Your corny jokes will drive me to the brink of madness.”

“Only to the brink? I need to try harder.”

“Elder,” she growls. “This isn’t funny anymore.”

I debate dialing up the goofball but now isn’t the time. Harmony has a lot on her plate. I’m supposed to be helping her not making things worse, although a bit of comic relief is always welcome in my opinion.

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