“I don’t care how many of my diapers you changed, Mama—if you’re picking on Miles I’ll kick you out, I swear to god.” Trent’s voice rumbled from the doorway, and I startled a little, nearly spilling my drink as I jerked to look at him. I didn’t know if I’d ever get used to him saying my name. My actual name. It made me feel all tingly and giddy, and embarrassed all the same. Like he was saying a naughty word.
