“Daddy doesn’t like titties?” she asked, and even I couldn’t hold it in any longer. Laughter bellowed around the room, and Alana covered her face with both hands, but it was easy to see her head shaking with muffled laughter, even if she was trying to hide it. “I assure you, your daddy does not have a problem with titties.” Georgia took a sip from her wine glass and smirked. “I have to agree with that one,” Brinkley said, agreeing with her younger sister. “Girls. That’s enough.” Alana shook her head and dabbed at her eyes as she pulled herself together.
