He only turns when Ryke emerges on the dirt path, carrying a huge tree trunk. About eight-feet long. “What the hell are you doing?” Lo shakes his head in disbelief. “Did you stumble into a time warp and come out as a lumberjack? Bring back my brother.” He teasingly shoves Ryke’s shoulder. Ryke almost smiles and sets the tree trunk on the ground. Bark flakes off. “Look at the size of that log.” I wag my brows at my husband. “What is it, eight, nine, ten-inches?” I zero in on his crotch. Ryke raises his brows at me. “Hey, Calloway?” “Yeah?” “Wrong log.” I feel my smile pull my scar. “But it’s my
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