“Dad, Beau called Jigs and said—what are you doing to Valerie?” Caleb asked from behind me. I tried to move but Denver kept me in place. He looked over my shoulder. “Kissing her, son,” he stated. “Why are you kissing her?” he yelled in shock. Oh, the mind of little boys. A chuckle came rumbling from Denver’s huge body. “Because I like her, bud.” “Can I kiss her?” Caleb asked. “Oh, goodness,” I hummed, burying my face in Denver’s chest, heat rising in my cheeks. “Only on the cheek, bud, and only if she’s comfortable with it.” My heart swelled. “Is she comfortable with you kissing her?” he
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