“Harper’s in the shower. Give us thirty minutes!” Danny’s growl filled the room, even from downstairs. “Ten minutes and you better believe I’m hitting one of you when you come down here.” “Twenty and you hit yourself for going after my sister.” “What are you doing? Don’t try to negotiate with them!” Harper gripped her hair and then looked down in horror at the space between her thighs. “Oh, god. I’m leaking. I’m leaking your come! I can’t see them like this!” “Fine. Twenty minutes. We’ll be in the kitchen, touching all of your things, Dylan.” I grinned at Harper. “If only he knew what all I’d
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