He was handsome, with light brown eyes and a cut jaw. Was everyone in Weston’s life beautiful? Talk about giving a girl a complex.
“Ass,” Weston snorted, earning a smack on the arm from Julia.
“Language!” she chastised, then promptly returned her attention back to her laptop.
“Ass!” Ari imitated, and Weston groaned.
Weston shook his head. “No, Ari, that’s a bad word. You shouldn’t say that word or Mommy might s***k you.”
Sophie let out an exasperated sigh. “Why do you always make me out to be the villain?”
“Because thanks to you, he has blue balls,” Carson said with a snort before he turned his attention back to me and smiled. “Anyway, welcome to our kooky family, Wren. Now, if you wouldn’t mind, could you pry my child out of your husband’s arms so I can steal him away for business?”
