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Oh boy, there it was. “Or…maybe I’ll find another one of these Twelve.”

“Maybe you will,” he said way too easily.

“Maybe I will. And maybe you’ll deliver our baby,” she further tested.

“Or maybe I won’t.”

“Maybe that one called Traps.”

Oh, big, big, laugh. “Yeah, you do that. He’ll teach you a thing or two about hog-tying.”

Her jaw dropped. “You sayin’ I’m fat?”

He laughed more. “God, no, you’re definitely not fat.”

“Damn right I’m not. I assure you, I’m all muscle.”

His smiling gaze lowered over her. “Is that a fact?”

“It is. I work out faithfully.”

“Really,” he said.

“Why do you sound so astonished?”

He found that funny too. “It explains a lot,” he said.

“Like what?” she said, getting pissed.

“Like why your ass is—”

“Say fat and I’ll push you out of this boat.”

He shook his head. “Not fat.”

“Oranyword that means fat,” she warned.

“Doesfineasfuckwork for you?”

She stared at him, caught up in shock. “Don’t be funny with me,” she said, her pulse racing.

“The only thing funny is you not knowing that.”

“Knowing what? Quit laughing at everything I say!”

“How do you not know you have a killer ass?”

She turned away, holding her arms while her pulse went nuts. “Can we quit talking about my butt?”

“I can stop talking about it, yes.”

She aimed a glare at him.

“My mind can’t make promises.”

“And yet you don’t marry foreigners.”

“And your ass seems to give zero fucks about that,” he marveled.

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