Temptation Trails (The Haven Brothers #3)

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He patted me on the back. “I’m just giving you shit.”

“You forgot, Garrett doesn’t have a sense of humor,” Luke said.

“Yes, I do. But this isn’t funny.”

“I mean, it’s kinda funny,” Theo said.

I glared at him again.

“I’m not saying it isn’t a big deal. This is huge. But if any of us were going to unintentionally get a girl pregnant, it’s funny that it’s you.”

“Why is that funny to you?”

“Isn’t it obvious? You’re the boy scout. Always prepared, always responsible.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“It’s not. This is just… I don’t know, an amusing reminder that you’re human.”

Blowing out a breath, I shook my head. “I’m an asshole. That’s what I am. I knew I was moving too fast with her. I knew I needed to hold back. And what did I do?”

Theo made the “compatibility” motion again.

I elbowed him. Harder.

He laughed. “Sorry.”

“Unlike football brain over there, I think this is serious,” Luke said.

My gaze shifted to him.

“Don’t look so skeptical. I’m not going to make a joke.”

I lifted my eyebrows.

“But I am wondering when you had time to make a baby with your busy crime fighting schedule.”

“Crime fighting? I’m not a comic book character.”

“You could be. You’ve got that Captain America thing going on.”

“Except I don’t think Cap got anyone pregnant,” Theo said.

“True.”

“You two are so helpful,” I deadpanned. “I’m glad you stopped in.”

“Hey, jerks,” a voice said behind me. “What’s going on?”

I glanced over my shoulder at my brother, Zachary. He strolled over to the bar looking entirely too full of himself. I smirked at the smudge of what looked like red lipstick on his upper lip.

“What’s on your face?” Theo asked.

Zachary swiped his nose. “Where? Did I get it?”

Theo mimicked wiping his upper lip. “There. It’s either Marigold’s lipstick, or you should probably see a doctor.”

Grinning, Zachary rubbed his thumb across his lip. “What can I say, my wifey is hot.”


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