“Well . . . Izzy just punched Griffin Hayes in the face.” “Easton’s son?” Addie snaps and pushes me away, then yanks the door open, not giving a shit about my raging boner or my sex-covered fingers. “Why the hell did she do that?” Gracie looks right at me. “Because apparently, the bonehead you married told the girls that boys are bad, and that’s what you’re supposed to do if they tell you you’re pretty.” Oh shit. “I’ve got this.” I drop a kiss on her lips. “Still think you want four?” she calls out after me. “Five, I yell back. All beautiful girls, just like their mom.” Addie laughs at me, but
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