Their jaws are still catching up to gravity.Oh wow, what a sight. This would have been really good on the gram.All four of them—including Mia—they all just . . . stare. Blank-eyed. Like their brains blue-screened from sheer disbelief. I can almost hear the dial-up tone going off in Sierra’s skull as she looks from Dante’s perfect, sculpted jawline to my face as if someone’s dropped a bloody murder weapon in her lap and said, "Hey, it’s yours now."I’d laugh if I weren’t so goddamn tired.Mia's eyes flick between us. “Your . . . husband?”I smile, slow and smug, fingers still pressed to Dante’s chest though [I’ve claimed him with a fucking brand. “Mm-hmm.”Her lip curls just slightly—so fast the average bitch might miss it, but not me. Not when I’ve survived being raised in a den full of smiling wolves.Sierra recovers first, because of course she does. “Oh. Wow. You just . . . moved on up, didn’t you?”I don’t take the bait.But Mia, bless her little Prada-wrapped heart, lets her di
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