“My little Tadhg is growing up.” Waggling my brows, I asked, “Should we have the talk?” “About Johnny sneaking in and out of your room every night of the week when he was here? Naked,” he shot back, not missing a beat. “That talk? Sure. Do you want to have it here, or down in the kitchen with his mother?” I swiftly snapped my mouth shut. “Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he answered himself, giving me a knowing smirk.
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