Although, that kick to the balls was probably punishment enough. Poor little bally-balls.” He grimaced. “Please, don’t ever call them little bally-balls. You’ll give them a complex.” She bit her lip, laughter dancing in her eyes. And that’s when Brody knew they were going to be okay. Even if he was about to be subjected to her teasing. “Oh, I’m so sorry. Do they have names? Ethel and Bethel? Donatello and Michelangelo?” He groaned. “Stop. Stop, I beg you.” “But I’m just getting started. Peanut and Butter. Ooh, that’s a good one.” “My balls are not called Peanut and Butter. And you’re a brat.”
