POV: GunnerHe knew what that was about. He was just wound up. Because he hadn't gone out and gotten laid last night like he'd planned.He'd gone over to his ma's, helped her with the chores she'd called him about at the theater, then sat for dinner. Then he'd dropped by Kensei's, but his friend was out. So instead Gunner had ended up chatting with his wife, Sarah, who was seeking relief in a small glass of wine while their baby was, for once, asleep. And adult conversation. Gunner's specialty.But Sarah had been the one to do most of the talking. And Gunner was forced to sit back, arms folded, and just lend an ear. He could do that well enough.Apparently she needed it. The girl was all over the place, venting briefly about the trials of parenting and dealing with Kensei's unique fathering skills, before going into the details about the parties Gunner had missed, then showing him her ideas to renovate their kitchen. Gunner had pointed out some ideas of his own that she'd loved, which
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