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“Fine, he’s a crumb.” She frowns, and I roll my eyes. “Okay, a nibble.” She gnashes her teeth. “A bite?” “Maybe a sip.” “Oooh, yeah. That’s hot. Drink him down.” Sadie clicks her glass against mine.
My arm is straight out in front of me. “Ollie, slow down.” His neck swivels around. “I’m just walking.” “I can barely see your shoes.” I swear the scent of burning rubbing is stinging my nostrils. He looks at his sneakers without slowing down. “They’re still tied.” “That isn’t the issue,” I laugh.
Kiss me. Make me break. I wanna see stars again.”
“You’re so fucking stubborn.” My chuckle is pitch black. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” “You shouldn’t.”
“Daddy?” I pin Jordan with a glare before smoothing my features. “Yeah, buddy?” “Are you done arguing?” I swallow the ball of frustration aimed at my friend. All Ollie will see is a strained smile. “Yes. Jordan is being goofy garbage.” My son gasps. “Uncle Jordy, stop being stinky.” He holds up a palm. “I’ll take a shower later.”
“I tried so fucking hard to stay away from you.” “Why?” I drag in a deep inhale, savoring his spicy cologne. “Because you deserve better.” Only an arm-length keeps us apart. I could lean forward and grab him. “Says who?” “Me.” “What about my opinion?” His taut jaw pops. “Overruled.” A ball of fiery lust burns in my throat. “Seems to me an appeal is in order.”
“Fantastic sex leads to sound sleep. Who knew?” “There’s probably a few studies already proving the theory.” “Doesn’t mean further examination is off the table.”
“Can I ask a favor?” She sets her mug down and nods. “Sure.” “Feel free to tell me no.” Mossy green eyes open wide. “Please don’t suggest a threesome.”
“What’s the matter, Daddy?” Ollie’s voice is so innocent. I almost believe he’s clueless, except for the sneaky grin lifting his cheeks.
“I tried being sad. That didn’t work. I’m going to be bossy now.
“Daddy, stop using bad language.”
You, Braelyn Miller, are the lucky owner of this bitter, cynical heart. I hope you enjoy it.”
He bounces his brows. “Big?” “Huge.” I spread my arms wide. He claps me on the back. “There’s the man I always knew was hiding under the bullsh—crap.” Ollie points at him. “I get an extra hour before bedtime.”