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The more time he spent with her, the et her naked

Soon, he reassured himself

Claire stepped into the rooet in here," Aidan called "I’ve got so on the living rooo in an exhaustion coma, so it took a few more seconds before his footsteps finally sounded in the hall

"This better be good" Dylan strode into the bedroo his mouth as a yawn overtook him "What is it?"

Aidan stalked toward the walk-in closet as if he was going to get soot, I left it in the office Givesure to close it behind hi into action He h basic training the saave hi-room chair he’d stashed in the office and had the sturdy wooden back pressed up beneath the doorknob of his bedroom The second the chair locked into place, he heard a muffled curse

"What the hell, bro?" Dylan shouted "Did you just barricade us in here?"

"Sure did," Aidan replied

"Oh, for fk’s sake, open the goddamn door"

"Seriously, Aidan" Claire’s voice now, laced with annoyance "Let us out"

"No can do, sweetheart See, I’ you two tiptoe around each other, or listening to you argue like a pair of preteens It’s tihtened your shit out"

"We’re the preteens?" Dylan said incredulously "You’re the one who locked us in here!"

He fought a grin "It’s for your own good And I suggest you use the time allotted to sit down and have a real talk, instead of bitching at one another the way you’re so fking good at"

Another ar his eyebrows shot up

"Ah, sweetheart, such language," he chided "You’re better than that"

"Fuck you, Aidan"