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“If they don’t all get the matching pajamas,” Nate muttered quietly as he appeared beside me with a fresh coffee in hand, “I’ll start a riot.”
Every fucking time I was around Carter, I saw the red flags. I just didn’t care…or at least that was what I told myself.
“You thought Carter was in mortal peril so you decided the best course of action was to come bursting in here armed with your sharp wit and cutting sarcasm? Well-thought-out plan, Layne. That wasn’t stupid at all.”
“It’s not funny. Sorry. I just… You used a duck? What is with you guys and waterfowl?”
“That’s the only solution. I have to beat him with a marble duck.”
Death by duck just seems really appropriate.”
“What if I told you I was the one destroying the pillow wall every night?” He dipped his head but glanced at me through his long lashes. “Because every time I did, you would snuggle into me almost immediately, and I liked to pretend for a couple of hours that you were mine.”
“Not even a little bit. As funny as it was to see Royce stuck in the friend zone so long, I also know how he feels about you. There’s something comforting to know you have other protectors…just in case.”
“Sorry,” he whispered. “I can’t deal with her gentle parenting voice. It creeps me the fuck out.”
Squirrel slipped out to visit Carter, and I know this because I woke up to the sound of his headboard smacking the wall and Heath snuggling me like I was little spoon. The fucking audacity, I am not little spoon.
