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He chuckles, then kisses my cheek and runs off to play with hisboys.

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Andy

My control is dwindling.Fast.

Every moment I spend with Christine only proves what Iwant.

Every time I see her with my boys, spending time with them, giving the attention they so desperately need, deserve… I feel like my heart is about to explode from mychest.

Not to mention how much control I had to practice when she was lying next to me in her coral-colored swimsuit. It wasn’t a tiny bikini, but it was almost sexier. That little sliver of skin between her top and bottoms seemed to call to myfingertips.

I’ve lost count how many times I’ve had to clench my fist to stop myself from taking her into my arms and just kissing the ever-loving shit out ofher.

She’s just… everything that I never knew I wanted.Needed.

Christine is happiness and sunshine andrainbows.

According to Carly, she’s aunicorn.

Whatever the hell thatmeans.

“Are you about to lock that down or what?” Carly asks me while I’m trying to work with the stone that will be set around the new fireplace James installed atBalance.

“Lock what down?” I playdumb.

I know exactly what — or who — she’s referring to. I’m not an idiot. She’s not as outwardly nosey as Lauren and Tess are, or hell, even as bad as Josh and Barrett, but she’s still pushy. In her typical sweetway.

James snickers next to me and glances over at his wife, who’s swinging her legs from her perch on the table nearus.

“You gotta do better at your subtlety,beautiful.”

To Carly’s credit, she simply shrugs and smiles. Doesn’t even try to deny athing.

“May as well answer. If she’s not the one asking, you know who’s coming next in theinterrogation.”

“Why do you all have to knoweverything?”

“It’s y’all, not you all, you Neanderthal,” Jameschides.

“Not if you’re from the upper half of the US, it’s not. If you say y’all and you’re not southern, it’s just acharade.”

“What?”

James looks at me like I’ve just grown a secondhead.

“Never mind,” I murmur and continue to place stones in the pattern I’m creating on the floor before putting it up against thewall.

“So. Are you?” Carly asks again, not letting up on her line ofquestioning.

I sigh and sit back, figuring I might as well face this headon.

Apparently, my defeat is obvious, and she launchesin.

“She’shappy.”

Singlenod.

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