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“Of course Your secret is safe with ue until dinner Sunday”

“What was it you wanted to talk to me about, Dad?” Mason asked

He waved hiet out of your hair It’s a Friday night You two young people don’t needyour style”

It’s already working

Wrapping his arm around Petunia, he kissed her temple “We’ll see you Sunday And like I said, my lips are sealed”

They walked hiainst it

“I wasn’t ready for that”

“You!” She slapped his chest “What happened to Sunday?”

“He was going to giveI had to do so”

“Ugh Don’t call it that, Mas”

“What would you prefer I call it? Oh, I got it … our courtship”

“That ht be worse,” she mumbled as she pushed away from the door “What do you have in here to cook? I’ on an empty stomach”

He struggled to hide the smirk She was all in now He followed her into the kitchen, peering over her shoulder as she looked into his fridge, and then his eyes drifted down to her round ass He cleared his throat His hand itched to cup it, but he knew better Right now, she was on edge He could wait; he’d grown good at that

“So what are we having, little flower?”

“Nothing according to your ee”