Page 125 of Clint & Ivy

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Page 125 of Clint & Ivy

“That’s fine. I’ll call Tana for the recipe and let Ivy make it herself.”

“Stay away from my tutu,” Rock growled when I mentioned his grandmother. “She wouldn’t give it to you anyway.”

“You’re wrong. Tana likes me.”

Rock shot me a dark frown. “Yeah, she does, but stop bringing her up.”

“Then, give me at least one piece of chicken for Ivy.”

“I said no.”

Tugging my phone out of my pocket, I began texting Tana. “How do you spell Huli?”

“I’m not helping you.”

“I’m sure she’ll figure it out.”

“I will not bend, Reed.”

“No, but your tutu will send me the recipe.”

Rock stared at me with the fiery gaze of a man seldom pushed out of his comfort zone. However, the guy’s a big goof with his family. I know he’s got a soft, silly side. I’ve seen his mom chasing him around the yard, trying to tickle him.

But right now, Rock looked ready to tear me apart.

“When Ivy first met you, she was still a stranger to me,” I said and held his gaze. “I worried she’d find you hotter than me. It’s one of the few times in my life I’ve felt insecure.”

Rock smirked. “You’re such a fucking dickhead.”

“I’m not lying.”

“No, but you only told me that to fuck with me.”

“Well, you’re being an asshole by not letting me take an itty-bitty piece of chicken home to my woman. You’ve seen how tiny Ivy is. She only needs a small amount.”

“Fine, but only because your confession made me laugh.”

“You didn’t laugh, though.”

“On the inside, I did.”

“You’re welcome, then.”

Rock gave me a dirty look before standing up and walking to his fridge. He very deliberately dropped a single chicken wing in a sandwich bag and set it on the counter.

“Happy?”

“Sure, but I already texted your tutu while you were eyeballing me. She’s sending me the recipe.”

“Motherfucker,” he growled while I laughed at his rage.

“Let’s hurry up and talk business, so I can get that chicken back to Ivy.”

“You’re fucking whipped.”

“Yes, I am. She’s sweet, smart, and sexy. I’m keeping her, so get used to my whipped behavior.”

“Fair enough,” he said and sat on the couch across from me.


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