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Hanson didn’t flinch or break a grimace. “Tried to punch him. Never said I succeeded. The pup’s too fast for me.”
I willed the heat crawling up my neck to drag itself back down, not that it ever listened. Was that praise coming from Hanson Carr? What twilight zone had I strayed into? And judging by how Row’s eyebrows met his hairline, he was as disbelieving as me.
‘I can slap you, no problem, and test if you’re dreamin’.’ Ransom offered with a snide, wolfish laugh.
My father flashed a half-smug smile my way. “He dipped and followed up?”
“That he did. Winded the hell outta me, just like his mother taught him.”
“That’s my boy.” My father threw the towel sideways, landing it on the patio.
“From how this little one just squirmed” – Hanson gently laid Kaison in my arms, lingering t
