Mitch glanced at Ralph and back at Brendon. “I think he’s snoring.”
“Or those are hunger growls.”
“Bastard.
Mitch grabbed hold of the car keys and held them over his head so Sissy couldn’t get them. She, in turn, grabbed his nuts and twisted until he gave her the damn keys.
Shelly LaurenstonNow y’all, cut it out. Brothers and sisters shouldn’t act like this.”
Sissy stared at her brother’s mate. “Are you new to the neighborhood?
Either Mitch goes with me…or get used to finding your wife hiding in trees.”
“That’s just mean.”
“I’m a Smith. What did you expect?”
“Good point.
To work, Sissy. To. Work. Not to start shit. Not to race. Not to gamble. And definitely not to get arrested or turn all of Japan against you. Remember, I’m not stationed right around the corner like before.
Shelly LaurenstonNo. Not for saving my life. Besides, that’s in your canine DNA. Like a St. Bernard.”
“A whirlwind of deadly blows,” she reminded him.
Now how about waffles for breakfast? Or is too late for breakfast?”
Mitch rested back in his chair. “Maybe too late for breakfast, but it’s never too late for waffles.
Mace-Let's get something straight right now woman...we are a couple.
Dez-I never agreed to that!
Mace- Don't care!
You’re like seven feet tall, aren’t you?”
“I am not seven feet tall,” he snapped at her as if she’d really insulted him. “I’m six-eleven.” When she smirked in disbelief, he added, “And three-quarters.
My brother got shot three times two months ago, and he didn’t get the fever.”
“I bet your family gets shot at a lot, huh?
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