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Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 380

Tarquin stepped out to the end of the hallway for a smoke break, with Keaton tagging along.

As soon as they were outside, Keaton asked, “Did Elysia smack you one?”

Tarquin's face was stone cold, but Keaton couldn't help but laugh, “Man, that slap mark on your face looks painful.”

“So what if she hit me? It's none of your business!”

“All right, all right, take pride in your battle scars! I can't compete; no one's hitting me.”

After a bit of teasing, Keaton got serious, “So, it's confirmed then? Elysia's really Elijah's mom?”

“Yes!”

“But didn’t Benjamin say the DNA test results aren’t out yet?”

Tarquin frowned, “My gut’s never wrong.”

Keaton sighed, “Well, if you’re so sure. Don’t you think you owe me one? If I hadn’t masterminded dropping your drunk self at Elysia’s place, would any of this have happened? Would you have found her? I don’t think so!”

Tarquin turned to him, “Guess I owe you big time. How about I treat you to a dinner?”

Keaton squinted, “A dinner? Whose dinner?”

“Yours.”

“Damn! If I had the chance to feast at my own dinner, that’d be something!”

Tarquin flicked his cigarette ash, “Feast first, then the deed, and the burial – I'll take care of it all!”

“Heh, you’re a real pal, thanks, man.”

Tarquin ignored him, and Keaton pursed his lips, “Come on, it was just me playing Cupid with a drunk you and a lady. And here you are, not even mad at Elysia for hitting you!”

“How can you compare? I'm worried about her hand hurting.”

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