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One big fist is locked around…a bottle? As I squint, he shifts his shoulder, wincing like he’s had a long day at the nets and needs a good soak

What in the name of the Blessed Mother?

He rubs at the shoulder, shifting his big body underneath the cloak of bubbles, and I see his thick pectoral—

“BAAAAAAAAH!”

Baby bleats, I jump, and Declan jolts up in a slosh of bubbles He looks stunned, confused, then horror-stricken as his gaze falls to the bubbles

“FUCK!” He bats at his lap, sloshing water all about Then he ju, “FUCK! FUCK! Aghh, goddamn it…”

I’ at his bubble-covered bum when his hand connects with the tub’s side instead of the bubbles,

“I’e

He leans lower, shoveling water fro, his , spins away from me “FUCK!”

I step back His backsideit’s sothe wall, his arms drawn up about his head, and I can see his—

Don’t look!

Ilike “hoa”—and he whirls towardmurderous “And who the fuck are you?”

MALE PARTS! Not for long, aze leaps to his furious face But I can feel

“I’et—”

“How the hell did you get in here?”