Jamie poured out two glasses of bourbon from the outdoor bar. “Hope you liked your presents,” he said, grinning.
“I do,” Mason said. “I can’t believe they remembered my birthday.”
“I think Abigail writes it down in her journal.” Jamie handed Mason a glass.
Mason chuckled as he took a sip. “Why does that not surprise me. Is Teagan joining us soon?”
“She’s just giving the girls their bath.”
“Right. I promised them a bedtime story.”
Jamie leaned back in his leather seat. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” He inclined his head, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Why not have kids of your own?”
“I never said I didn’t want kids.”
“You never said you wanted them either. Or a wife. You’re thirty, and you haven’t been with a woman long enough―”
“Stop. I’m thirty, not forty. And not in
