Sinclair

I would just do it later, where I could be a weirdo in the privacy of my bedroom.

then she won’t leave it. Ever.”

Healthy mindset there, King.

He was my grumpy bastard.

You wish.

I did. It was true.

That was hot.

I mean, no… that was violent. Bad Dahlia.

I know! I didn’t even realize I had a thing for butts, but I couldn’t lie, the man had a great one. It felt wrong not to appreciate a great ass.

Honestly, I wasn’t very knowledgeable on the post-murder schedule, but maybe if my boys were into that type of thing I needed to do more research.

I rolled my eyes playfully. “Why do you guys keep saying that? My dad is literally so chill. The man can be such a dork—”

“Your father is not chill.”

Her voice lowered. “Plus if they stay on Wildberry Lane, our grandbabies are going to be right across the street.”

A weird nagging sensation went through my head as Owen, the head of security, caught my gaze, but I couldn’t focus on it, and all too soon we were out back.

“What, bunny?” His lips pressed up. “You accept that I literally stalk you, and somehow me wanting to get you pregnant is shocking?”