Page 160 of Wild Card

“Do NOT make fun of me right now.”

“Then calm down.”

“I’ll get Wyatt and we’ll go for ice cream. He’ll be disappointed about swimming, but I’m not going back over there for a bathing suit.”

“I’ll buy him one and meet you at the house. Calm your shit and drive safe.”

“Don’t tell me to calm my shit, Talon Simms. I may be scarred for life.”

“See you at the house in thirty.” I click off and let out a long breath.

“Your woman has a flare for the dramatics,” Max surmises. “No wonder she fits right in.”

“How did she not know? I locked in on that fact the first night I met him.” Finn eyes me.

“Same, but he’s been keeping it quiet for a long time. Bex had some hang-ups and he had to work through them.”

“Good luck with that. You gonna give Chase the heads up he’s busted?”

“I’ll get a read on Lo first. She loves both of them, and once the shock wears off, she’ll come around.”

“I have suits if you want to borrow one for Wyatt,” Robbie offers.

“Thanks, but he’ll need some things to keep at the house now that Willow is there.”

“Does she know she’s living with you yet?”

“She’ll figure it out soon enough.”

“Her family cool with it?”

“I spoke to Rosie this morning, and she assured me she and Lynden are in no hurry to replace the destroyed contents in the townhome. They’re on board. Sterling’s my new BFF. Called to offer money toward expenses.”

“Did you take him up on it?” Max raises an eyebrow.

“What the fuck do you think? My woman, my responsibility.”

“You aiming to beat the Casanova record?”

I smirk at his reference. It’s no secret we all move fast. “You find her, you don’t waste any fucking time.”

“Hence the three weddings in twelve months.”

“Let me get her through graduation and the licensing exam, then we’ll talk about a fourth.”

“Fuckin’ A. It’s got to be something in the water.”

I exchange a look with Finn and Robbie, remembering the conversation about Max potentially coming home. He’s the lastremaining bachelor in his crew. “When you get out, we’ll pour that water down your throat, brother.”

His face goes pale. Is it possible I scared the invincible Max Roberts?

“On that, gotta roll. There’s a little boy who wants to swim and a woman who needs therapy.”

This time, I make sure to use the private exit.

Willow moans,rocking into me as her tongue curls with mine. Her thigh clasps around my waist, urging me forward. My cock pulses at the contact, the metal snagging on the nylon of my shorts.

I tear my mouth from hers. “Babe, we gotta take this to my room.”

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