I walk toward the kitchen, pausing between the two of them. “Should I get Nana Jo's yardstick? There's one in the pantry.” I glance at both of them with an arched brow. As expected, they stop glaring at one another. Instead, switching those neutral sort of expressions to me. I wave my hand around a little, indicating the space between them. “You know, so you guys can measure your dicks and then work through . . . whatever this is.”
