“You really gonna open the door looking like that?” I go still, taking in my threadbare sleep pants, bare feet, and no shirt. I drag a hand over my shorn hair. “Too much?” I say with a smirk. “Try too little,” he deadpans. “I can see your dick through those pants, Mars.” I drop my hand to my side. “Why don’t you get the door and I get changed?” “Good idea.” Snatching a squirmy Tuo out of his highchair, Caleb steps past me, heading for the front door.
