“YOU GOT IT.” ANGIE stood up and turned toward the counter. But she stopped and grabbed his wrist, marveling as always at how strong and capable it felt under her fingers. At six foot three inches, Edric was the tallest of the Honeybun brothers and his long limbs appeared stringy, as you would expect for someone of his height. But they were far from stringy. He was pure muscle from head to toe, disguised under overlarge sweatshirts with his favorite college and professional football team logos on them and loose fitting jeans with sneakers. He was an extremely powerful man who camouflaged himself well. “Be careful. Okay?”
Edric leaned down and kissed her soft cheek. “Always. I’ll take good care of your man too. He’s a hopeless i***t on his own.”
Angie chuckled and shook her head. “Funny,
