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Sarah
“Mason!” Reese hollered through the house. “You should probably come get your little heathens before I strangle them.”
I laughed as Gracen, Reese’s two-year-old son, slipped out from under her arm and raced back to me where I sat on the bed, followed almost immediately by his twin sister Isabella when she wiggled free of her mother. As they crawled onto the mattress, Issa fascinated with my earrings and Gray tugging at the silver heart broach of my necklace, Reese spun back and threw up her hands in defeat.
“I give up. There’s no stopping them.”
“What’s wrong?” Mason appeared in the doorway, cautiously peering in at the chaos.
“Your children...” Reese pointed them out, in case he’d forgotten which ones they were, I guess. “Keep crawling all over Sarah.”
He blinked, clearly
