“He can bake, he’s a good dad, and he fucks like a god,” Everly says, counting off on her fingers. “Did I get that right, Fable?” Tingles rush over my skin because actually, that’s not all the man can do. “Oh, there’s more. He’s a great listener. He’s thoughtful. He’s smart. He can change a battery in a smoke detector. And he spoils me rotten. I mean, he booked us that private class and the dinner and the hotel room, and he treated my sister and me to a Christmas shopping spree, and he booked us all that private suite at the football game.”
