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Jonas scoops the cat, hamster still attached, into his lap with Mia.
Maya’s warm, round, delectable ass lands right in my lap. I wrap my arms around her tightly as
Colton’s frantic movements continue below us. For just one moment, for a millisecond of time,
everything slows as I register the softness of her skin, the warm weight of her.
And how perfect she feels in my arms. The kind of perfect I never imagined existed.
In that millisecond of time, my entire world changes.
Time speeds back up as Colt finally manages to flip over, and with another blood-curdling yell,
wiggles forward like a snake until he’s free from the chairs. Then, with a speed always shocking in
such a massive man, he pushes up and bolts for the kitchen island, diving on top.
“He always goes for the island,” Jonas mutters, staring at Colton, who’s on his hands and knees
on top of the kitchen counter, searching the ground frantically for another killer hamster.
Mia’s softly petting the hamster as Minnie, settled in Jonas’s lap, begins to lick the hamster, her
rough tongue ticking Mia’s fingers, making her giggle. Jonas carefully detaches the hamster from the
cat, and cradles it to his chest.
“Look what we found,” he whispers to Mia.
“Yay,” she crows, throwing her hands up and calling out to Colt, “Daddy, you so silly. He little.
See.”
“Yeah, baby,” he says with a gulp, “I see. You let Jonas take it back to his house and keep it safe.”
“I don’t know,” Jonas chimes in, trying to look innocent. “This one could be female. We don’t
want to have more babies. Maybe it’s better it go home with you tonight.”
“You Motherf—“ he clamps his lips shut, murder in his eyes. “No, I think they’d be happier
together. Micah, Code Red. Micah! I need you,” he yells desperately, opening and closing his hands
like a hungry toddler.
Micah, holding a giggling Holly, rolls his eyes and, with a gentle kiss to her shoulder, stands and
lowers her into the chair. Then he strides across the room, beckoned there by Colt’s frantically
waving arms.
“He looks like he’sVogueing,” Evie says flatly, staring at her two-hundred-and-eighty-pound
husband. The corner of her lips twitch, betraying her.
Yep, that does it. We all lose it, falling into hysterics as Colton alternates between glaring and
cursing at us. Finally, Micah gets close enough and, like it’s a well-choreographed routine, turns his
