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    Sean
    “Ryan seems to think inking for a living isn’t respectable,” Scarlet said from her side of the jeep. She thought we were going to dinner but we were going somewhere else. It was a surprise.
    “Why does he think that?”
    “I have no idea. And I’m certain Janice has never made him feel bad about it. It’s all in his head.”
    “I’m sure Janice will tell him it doesn’t matter to her.”
    “I hope so.” Her hair was flying in the wind but she didn’t mind. Her hair always looked nice no matter what she did. She was a moving portrait, always looking perfect. “Where are we eating?”
    “I can’t remember the name.”
    “What do they have there?”
    “I didn’t memorize the menu.”
    She rolled her eyes. “Smartass…”
    I grabbed her hand and squeezed it. “I’m a smartass because I love you.”
    “That makes no sense but I’m not going to fight it.”
    “Good. You’re learning.”
    She glared at me. “You’re lucky I love you.”
    “I couldn’t agree more with that.”
    We arrived at the building and pulled into the empty parking lot. There was one other car, a door-less Jeep.
    “Sean, what are you doing?”
    I got out then came to her door. I opened it and helped her down. “There’s something I want to show you.”
    She looked at the building then her eyes flashed open. “The aquarium?”
    “I arranged a private tour after hours. Now there will be no crowds.”
    Her eyes softened when she looked at me. “You’re so sweet…”
    “Now we can have sex at the same time. Works out for both of us.”
    She rolled her eyes. “I take that back.”
    I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her forehead. “You know I’m kidding. Come on.” I grabbed her hand and pulled her to the entrance. It was locked so we knocked and waited for a moment. The girl I spoke to on the phone seemed nice. If she said she would be here, I knew she would.
    The door opened, and a small brunette came outside. “Hi, you must be Sean.” She extended her hand and shook mine. “I’m Sydney.”
    “It’s nice to meet you,” I said politely. “And thank you for letting us come after hours.”
    “Well, when you said you were on your honeymoon I couldn’t say no.” She smiled then looked at Scarlet. “You must be Mrs. Prescott.”
    Scarlet shook her hand. “This is such a sweet surprise.”
    “Your husband was very insistent,” Sydney said.
    Scarlet looked at me. “I know how that is.”
    “Come in,” Sydney said. She opened the doors wider and let us enter.
    When we came further inside, I saw a man standing a few feet behind Sydney. His forearms were covered in tattoos. His body was thick with muscles like mine, and he looked like someone you didn’t want to mess with.
    “This is my husband,” Sydney explained. “Coen.”
    Coen shook my hand. “Hey.”
    “Hey,” I said. “This is my wife, Scarlet.” I loved saying that word. Wife .
    Scarlet shook his hand. “Are you two newlyweds too?”
    Sydney beamed. “We’ve been married for almost a year.”
    “Congratulations,” Scarlet said. “That’s wonderful.”
    “When I told him I was going to be alone with two strangers, he was insistent on coming.” She rolled her eyes. “So don’t mind him.”
    I looked back at Coen. “He’s a good man.”
    “Most of the time,” Sydney said.
    Coen hooked his arm around her waist. “I’m just looking out for my wife. You can’t hate me for that.”
    “I could never hate you for anything.”
    “I like him,” I said. “He’s more than welcome.” I grabbed Scarlet’s hand and pulled her inside.
    “I’ll trail behind you if you need anything,” Sydney said. “But I can’t leave you alone. I’m sorry.”
    “That’s fine,” Scarlet said.
    I led her to the fish tanks and we looked at specimens swim through the water. An eel was hidden in the rocks, and I pointed it out to Scarlet. She was fascinated by the life behind the glass. She watched everything, her eyes