“You enjoy watching my wife?”
“Take it easy, man. I just had a glance.” The i***t grins. “She’s a smokeshow. Hard not to look, you know.”
“Oh. All right then.” I headbutt him.
The other guy grabs my shoulder, so I let go of the man now pressing his hands over his bloody nose, and bury my elbow in his buddy’s stomach. He folds in half, gasping for breath.
“Get lost. Before I throw you out myself.” I turn on my heel and go back to the changing rooms.
Sienna emerges just as I take a seat, saying something about the belt and the waistline being too tight, but I don’t catch all of it because my gaze was focused on the mirror to make sure the two idiots left the store.
When I look at my wife, she’s standing with her hands on her hips, glaring at me.
“So?”
I eat her up with my eye
