Chapter 7
Aaron was the proverbial deer caught in the headlights. There was no time to even consider shouting out a warning before the door swung open and Becca stood, framed in the entry. Her expression ranged from panic to amusement to embarrassment and back again, all in the space of less than thirty seconds.
Mavis dove under the bed as if it were she who had been caught in flagrante delicto, leaving her boys to fend for themselves.
Aaron groped for the bedspread to pull over his rapidly deflating s*x organ. The heat in his cheeks and along the tops of his ears was causing sweat to roll down his back and form along his hairline. His heart hammered in his chest. Was he really too young to have a heart attack?
Christian, on the other hand, appeared unfazed, facing Becca with his membe
