“Go back inside, Pipsqueak. Daddy’s busy,” I yelled at Utah as he took one whole step out the door. He looked in our direction for just a split second before he’d raised a hand between us and his eyes. “Jesus fucking —. Seriously, man? It’s the middle of the day. In the open.” He was still mumbling all the way back through the door. “I told you someone would see,” Trista said and laughed. She sat up and took the towel off herself to grab her bikini top. She held the tiny triangles against her breasts and swept all her hair over her right shoulder to wait for me to tie the strings again. “And
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