Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

It took Tarquin a long moment to finally speak.

"You guys are... Quincy, right? Are you really Quincy?"

Elliot nodded again, more seriously this time. "Yeah. We are."

Tarquin just stared at him, stunned into silence for a good while.

Quincy. The Quincys. The name still echoed among the old guard of artists and fashion icons—absolute legends. To put it simply, even someone as proud as Grandpa Emmett would show them nothing but the utmost respect.

And Bernard... well, Tarquin didn't even have to ask about him.

He'd known it the moment he laid eyes on him.

That wild, brazen kid who made headlines for storming the ring in seven different countries-that was him!

Back then, foreign fighters had mocked Americans, calling them soft, and Bernard couldn't take it. He'd taken on challenger after challenger, fists flying, and showed the world what a real lion's strength looked like.

He was young, ridiculously strong, and so fierce that fighters from half of Europe and the States called him out, denouncing him for breaking the “spirit of sportsmanship" and spreading rumors he must have been doping to be that good.

His feats sent shockwaves around the world.

even now, his name is still spoken with reverence in martial

being somebody, admired him, envied

a deep breath. These people-every last one of

grandparents? Certified,

single one of them was

grandpas too. They'd all supposedly died years ago. Who would've guessed they'd been living it

spent half their lives working too hard and worrying too much. They just wanted a break,

"...That's really the reason?"

was

them for details, but I haven't noticed anything weird. They really do seem to just relax-doing what they love every

thinking it

suddenly dropping off the map, just because they

sense, sort of... but it also felt too simple.

was more to it, what could

might be just a kid, but he was sharp-sharp enough to know something didn't

No

heading out for a bit.

an eye on

was up to. He