Callahan whistles. “Should we entertain the crowd for you?” “What do you mean?” I take a sip of my beer. “That look can only mean one thing when a woman gives it to you.” Ford chuckles. “She wants you. Right now. Maybe even in the loft of the barn for a quickie while we’re all obliviously occupied out here.” “You’re so full of shit.” The teasing never stops. “Full of shit?” Callahan snorts and points to where Sutton is cradling my adorable baby niece dressed in a bright yellow romper. “It’s the same look Sutton gave me that got me that.” “And you wouldn’t have it any other way,” I say as I
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