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Walking past him, I pushed on his hand, forcing it into the syrup on his plate, causing him to curse.

“Hey, what was that for?” he whined.

I tossed him a look over my shoulder as I headed in the direction of my husband.

“You know what that was for,” I tossed back.

He laughed, and I found Quincy in our bedroom, on his knees, looking under the bed.

“Why would it be there?” I asked him curiously.

“Because I slept with it under my pillow… I thought,” he hesitated.

I groaned, then started looking in all the obvious places, starting with the kitchen counter that was littered with food from our breakfast—a breakfast in which Garrett was still enjoying despite it being cold.

Quincy had known he was coming, and asked me to cook extra.

“Hey,” I called to Garrett. “Is Quincy’s gun in there?”

“Yeah!” he called out.

I walked into the kitchen, picked it up, and was just about to head toward Quincy when Garrett’s syrup covered fingers went to my forehead and pressed.

“Hey!” I cried out.

My shout had Quincy exiting the bedroom to see what all the fuss was about.

Which happened to be me smacking Garrett on the shoulder.

“Hey, be nice to my ex-girlfriend,” Quincy ordered.

I punched him in the kidney when he stopped next to me to grab his gun from my hand. “Stop referring to me as that!”

He holstered his gun and winked.

“Well, technically, you are his ex-girlfriend. I mean, you’re no longer his girlfriend, you’re his wife,” Garrett pointed out.

I pointed at him, getting right up in his face. “You’re not helping.”

He took a bite of toast and stared at me with a grin on his face.

“Gotta go, baby,” he said as he leaned down.

But instead of the kiss I thought I was getting, he licked the syrup off my forehead.

“Gross,” I grumbled as I couldn’t help but smile.

He winked, dropped a kiss to my lips, and was out the door.

“I gotta go, too.” Garrett sighed. “You got a ride to Home Depot, right?”

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, Father.”

All the Carter men treated me like I was their little sister, which, I guess, I kind of sort of loved.

But they’d gotten worse over the last few months when I’d started to get huge and unwieldy with Quincy and my first child.

“Tay’s got me… he’s here,” I said as I saw the flash of my old Corolla pull into the driveway.