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“Hey, Trav, hold still,” I said, walking up behind him.
“What are you doing?” he laughed, looking at me in the mirror as I pulled up his shirt.
If you touch him, you’ll pay for it. M.”
Travis stared at my handiwork in the mirror and shook his head, amused. “Really, Mica?
That’s what you’re going with?”
“What? It’s cute!” I grinned. “Besides, now everyone knows you’re off-limits.”
“Yeah, because that’s what every guy wants — his wife’s handwriting all over him,” he teased, pulling his shirt down.
He planted a tender kiss on my cheek before grabbing his coat.
“I’ll be back early, promise. Don’t wait up.”
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