“Seriously, Trista?” “How was I supposed to know your brothers would come over?” I huff back. “Besides, all they’re seeing is stretch marks and mostly covered nipples.” “All my favorite parts,” he grumbles and turns protectively to block me from his brothers’ views, even though I’m fully covered now. “What the hell were those horrible things attached to your titties?” Calder has the nerve to ask. He’s brave for that one. “Stop looking at my wife’s breasts.” Wyatt thrusts a finger at both of his brothers as they stand by the woodpile, and I struggle not to swoon. I love when he calls me his
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