“See, babe! Look around,” Jeremy said, pointing outside their car window. “We left town for nothing. I told you this hurricane wasn’t going to hit here.”
Darrian ignored Jeremy and continued driving. He wanted to stay in their townhouse, but his husband’s safety was more important—even when the fool didn’t think so.
“What’s that?” Jeremy asked when they entered their subdivision. “Oh, my god! That’s one of the sharks from Jimmy’s Seafood Shack.”
“And for what I can see, it’s now ours,” Darrian replied when their brownstone came to view—a giant gray shark now stuck on the roof.
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