These guys were enjoying riling her and she was being stupid enough to give them the satisfaction of reacting.
Slumping back, Ginger folded her arms. “I’m getting my tubes tied,” she muttered.
“That’s pretty much the only way to be sure you won’t be having more of Shane’s kids,” Owen said, again suggesting she’d get with Shane, which he seemed to enjoy doing too.
“Guardianship,” she said, appealing to them. “Can we at least cover one serious thing before you two have more fun?”
“Guardianship?” Shane asked. “What if—”
She sat up. “Who do we want to care for him if we’re both dead?”
It was obvious that Shane didn’t like the morbid thought because he sneered. But given what had happened to her, she was more cautious.
“She has a point,” Owen said. “If it had been both of you on that boa
