Forgetting where we were, I laid my head on his bicep and grinned up at him. “I do.” Brax adjusted slightly to squeeze me to his side. “Tell me what you’re coloring this time.” My mouth opened but the sound that came was not my voice. “You two are very close.” “Yuri, leave Trevor and Braxlyn alone. They do not want you to bother them,” Igor said, his Eastern European accent thick but his English not as broken as Yuri’s.
