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Oliver let go of a massive burp a minute or so after Jesse finished with the bottle, his eyes starting to close as a milk coma started.
“I’m sure he’s copying Jude when he does that.” Jesse frowned, looking up at me. “Maybe Nate should reduce the amount of time Jude spends here.”
I laughed, because that wasn’t going to happen. Jude was our boomerang, bless him. “Libbie would have words to say if she heard you suggest that.”
Jesse grinned. “She would. And so would someone else.”
I raised my brows. I’d learned that Jesse was excellent at finding out gossip.
“But if you want me to tell you, you’ll have to persuade me.” He stood up with Oliver, putting him down in his cot that was kept in the kitchen area.
“I’m pretty sure I can find ways to do that.”
So I did. Ways we both enjoyed.
The End
