The whiskey irises he so adored glittered at him. He kissed the smile teasing her lips. “Never change.”
“Never.” A solemn vow. Then she kissed the smile on his lips. “I’m feeling extra braggy about you today, so be my darling and tolerate the crowd for a solid five minutes. Then you can shout at everyone to leave, and I’ll give you a horn job.” With a wink, she sauntered away.
Horns suddenly ramrod straight, he stomped after her. He’d give her three minutes. Possibly two. Or one. Or none.
“Get out! Out of my palace!”
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