The moment the milk hit my throat, I gagged, the warm foam too much for my sensitive palate. Warm, frothy brown milk spewed out my mouth and nose, spraying both Jack and Miles. I coughed and sputtered a bit longer before facing the men. Both were wiping at the excess moisture across their faces and bodies. “I told you.” The men began to laugh. “You did tell us,” Jack said, giving his face one more wipe. “We should have listened.” Miles was grinning when he leaned forward, brushing a drop of milk from my cheek with his finger. “But at least we get to count it.” “You sure about that?” Jack
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