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“I want a new swing.” Aubrey stomps her foot, and her bottom lip pokes out.

“Daddy will get you a new swing set.”

“When?” She crosses her arms and glares at the two of them. “I want to see momma’s swing.”

“No, dear. You don’t.” Colton shakes his head. “Go into the other room and play. I’ll buy you a new swing set like I promised.”

“Pinky promise?” She sticks out her hand and cocks her pinky finger into a curve. Damn. For a six-year-old, she’s a good negotiator.

“Yes, I promise.” He hooks his pinky through hers, and they shake.

“Okay.” She skips and hops out of the room like she doesn’t have a care in the world.

Colton rolls his eyes. “That’s all your fault.”

Lillian smiles saucily at him. “You will not complain when you get me hooked up in it.”

Oh, for the love of God. The ceiling light needs to be cleaned. Maybe, I should grab the extension pole duster and get that thing spruced up. Anything would be better than listening to this conversation.

He shudders forcefully. “You’re not wrong.” He turns to me. “So, what’s new?”

Lillian slaps him on the chest playfully. “That’s what I was going to tell you. Trey and Natalie are together. And, somewhere today, she got laid. Not sure where since she’s only been here and the hospital.”

“God, sister’s suck.” I shake my head and move to the refrigerator with Jaeden bouncing on my hip. He coos and babbles as we move through the room.

“Shit. The hospital? You let him hide the salami in the hospital?”

I twist around and smirk, “He hid it damn good and hard.”

“Oh. My.” She clutches her chest. “God, he’s such a hotty. Tell me everything.”

Colton crosses his arms and spreads his legs apart like he’s settling in for a long conversation. “Yes. Please, fill us in.”

“You’re serious?” My mouth drops as I stare at them.

“Sure.” He shrugs. “I’m getting some swing action tonight. If you can give us any good ideas, we’ll try to fit them in next time. And we would be happy to share some of our more exciting adventures with the two of you. Keeping your sex life from getting stale is important in a relationship.”

“I hope you mean a sex swing and not swinging – swinging. Because I’m not all about that.” How did we end up having this conversation?

“Fuck, no. I’m not sharing my lady with your man. He’s too good looking. She might not come back.”

“Colton.” She glares at him. “I’m not touching another man. I might drool on him for a second when we’re passing out Christmas gifts, but that’s the limit.”

“God, you two are gross.” I shake my head and walk into the living room. I’ll get a drink after they leave.

“Where?” Lillian demands.

Without turning around, I say, “Doctor’s break room. From behind. Hot as fucking hell.”

“Gawd,” my sister moans.

“Notes jotted down.” Colton replies from behind me.

“Fantastic,” Lillian says. “Do you think we have time to stop at the hospital on the way to the restaurant?”

The rest of their conversation is muffled as I march through the living room. I smirk, “Little man, your parents, are total disgusting horn dogs.”

He hops on my hip when I say the word ‘dog.’

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