“Holy testosterone,” Lolli called as she bustled in behind Holt, a package tucked under her arm and copious necklaces jangling. “I don’t think my hormones can handle all this hotness.” “I’ll give your hormones something to handle,” Walter shot back, a slight growl to his words. Lolli waved him off. “Oh, hush, you old codger. You’re interrupting my view.” She took a step back and did a head-to-toe sweep of Holt. “You certainly know how to hire help, Sutton.” Holt’s cheeks flushed as he leaned down to whisper in my ear. “Are those pot leaves on her cowboy boots?” Lolli groaned. “Don’t tell me
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