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HUDSON
I’d been lazing in bed, replaying the night before and giving Mads and Colton a little alone time downstairs. The scent of coffee and muffins tempted me to the point of getting my aching bones out of bed, but it was the doorbell that had gotten me moving.
The second I recognized the two male voices rising from the first floor, I paused in descending the stairs.
I could see Colton from the waist down, hugging my wife, and since I was one breath away from blowing a f*****g gasket, I’d made myself stay put. He’d said he had my back, so I let him take the reins, trusting him to watch over my wife.
It had been a good decision.
He’d pushed Mads behind him, taking up residency in our doorway like a goddamn wall who refused Peter access to our home.
I’d listened as Colton taunted
