Oh Risa you just have no filter girl, "my phone. From the empty condom wrapper on the bedside table and what I can remember, I'm anxious to get a look at my pictures to see what else we got up to last night." Teague the poor guy doesn't really know proper protocol when it comes to Vegas and waking up naked, "eff, this is a mess." He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "Excuse me if I don't know the protocol. I never do this kind of thing either." Sometimes when you're stuck between a rock and a hard place you just have to go with the flow, "eff me," Teague murmured, his grip tightening almost painfully around her waist as the stressful seconds ticked by. He finally lifted his head, answering clearly with no hesitation. "She's my wife." That boy is so gone for his girl that he'd do anything, "she'd shown up in his office a half a hour earlier wearing his favorite pair of a**-clinging yoga pants with a pronouncement that he had nothing to eat in the refrigerator. The next thing he knew he'd abandoned his review of the case file he desperately needed to complete, driven her out to the Harris Teeter, and was now following her around the store with a cart."
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