Tate grinned up at him. “Babe, come on. Even you have to admit you looked.” “I did,” Ryder added, ticking up a finger. “And I’m also not impressed.” “I swear, I’m tying both of you to the bed when we get home,” Dante muttered, rubbing his jaw. Ryder’s eyes lit up. “Promise?” “I definitely feel like I’m too old for this conversation,” Addie murmured, her cheeks red.
