He arched a brow. “Miss Lahey, are you flirting with me?â€
“Well, hot stuff, if you have to ask, I’m not doing it right.â€
His laughter rumbled low, slithering heat underneath my skin. I pulled him to me, backing him against the table, risking a literal firestorm as his lips laid upon mine with a burning promise of—
“That’s how babies are made!â€
I reeled back and knocked over a chair. “Aunt M!â€
“Sex kills!â€
“M, seriously.†Mom walked into the kitchen and rolled her eyes.
My aunt patted her belly. “It killed my waistline.†Then she cackled.
Who was the banshee now?
“Ayden and Rory sitting in a tree,†Selena sing-songed, “making b-a-b-b-y-n-g.â€
“Mom!â€
“Selena,†Mom admonished. “That’s not the right spelling.
— A.E. Kirk
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