Xander barely heard the string of corrections his billionaire grandfather offered his brothers. He was too busy being sneaky. Sneaky. Sneaky. Sneaky. Grayson went low. Nash absorbed the hit. Jameson twisted and threw his weight forward. Nash sidestepped. Grayson surged and— Wa-pow! Xander used his head! Grayson fell backward. Xander landed on his chest, then bounced. “That was fun! Can we do it again? And again? And again?” “Definitely,” Jameson told him with a wicked little smile. “No,” Grayson said, removing the bouncing toddler from his chest. The old man really did smile this time. “Let
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