“What the hell, Mare?” Will dives toward her to retrieve the remote. “No. I promised Evette we’d all go caroling with them tonight. So get your asses off the sofa, and be ready in five.” She slides the remote down her shirt and into her bra. “I love that you think that’s going to stop me. I’ve seen plenty of tits. Your tiny ones won’t even faze me.” Will smirks. Maren flips him the bird before strolling into the kitchen.
