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Greyson settled onto the couch, arranging himself as comfortably as possible, which was difficult since he was taller than the couch was long. Finally, after a few failed attempts, he managed to find a position that was decent enough not to have limbs stuck out at awkward angles.
He had expected Jenna to run out of the bathroom in her adorably disgruntled way. He’d seen what was in the pink bag and knew she wouldn’t wear any of it, especially with him in the room. But a guy could hope.
Leave it to Mya to pick out something she’d wear for David.
Oh, God!
Now his mind was contaminated with David and Mya. He did not want to know what his sister-in-law wore or didn’t wear to bed. Greyson scrubbed his hand over his face, attempting to erase all thoughts.
When he heard the door open, hi
