Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1348

Winona grinned, “Just came to check in on you.”

Keaton scowled, clearly annoyed. “You could’ve at least given me a heads-up.”

She laughed, “Oh, please. What, so you could get all dolled up for me?”

Keaton pursed his lips. He was used to looking cool, but right now, he looked like he’d just lost a wrestling match with a raccoon. The last person he wanted to see him like this was, well, anyone—especially a pretty girl.

Winona tilted her head, her bright eyes narrowing as she looked him over.

Keaton squirmed under her gaze, frowning. “What are you staring at?”

She gave her verdict, “Your hair looks like a bird’s nest, your shirt’s a mess, and man, is that dirt on your face? Mr. Huber, you look absolutely tragic.”

She wasn’t wrong. Next to her, all stylish and put-together, he looked like he’d just crawled out of a dumpster behind a dive bar.

Keaton glared, lips pressed tight in frustration.

She always knew exactly what to say to push his buttons.

He opened his mouth, searching for a comeback, and finally grumbled, “Getting smacked around by your old man isn’t anything to be ashamed of. Who hasn’t been spanked as a kid?”

Winona raised an eyebrow. “Maybe as a kid, sure. But you’re thirty and still getting your butt kicked!”

Keaton rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well, I’m thirty and proud of it.”

She laughed. “Oh? Let me take a picture, really capture this proud moment for you!”

A picture? Keaton’s face darkened instantly.

“Don’t you dare, Winona. If you snap a photo, I swear—don’t think I won’t cut you off, no matter how cute you are—”

“Click, click, click.”

Winona ignored his protests completely, snapping away with her phone.

Keaton was so mad he couldn’t even get words out.

Winona just kept going, holding her phone up, “Wait, hold still, that’s a good one. Let me get a few more for a perfect photo grid.”

She showed him the shots, grinning. “If I post this, you’re totally going viral. Hashtag Hot Mess Express!”

His face was practically thundercloud-dark now. “If you post that, I swear, I’m done with you. Not even Tarquin or Elysia could talk me out of it!”

Winona shrugged. “Fine, I won’t post them—if you’ll have a drink with me. I just cut things off with that jerk Zane for good, and I need a drinking buddy.”

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