Page 39 of Icy Cold Death

“This family is insane.”

Trey didn’t miss a beat.

“YOU. MARRIED. MY. SISTER. I’M. THE. DEAD. BAGGAGE. IT. SUCKS. TO. BE. YOU.”

Tell him about it.

If he wasn’t so in love with Victoria, and they didn’t make the cutest babies, then he’d think he was crazy for signing up for this tour of cuckoo.

His wife drew the dead to her like a beacon.

Ridge continued so that they could all go home. It was nighttime, and it had been a long day.

“Wynter is off this weekend. She’s at home with the baby, and going to be doing reports there. She’s going through them and making sure everyone is doing the paperwork per state regs.”

He was glad.

That was important for licensing.

Wynter would be going back into the rotation to work with Anders if they didn’t find someone to pair him up with and soon. There was no freaking way Julian was letting the man wander around willy-nilly without a full-time babysitter.

Tag.

Wynter Hunterhurst was it.

If they lost their licenses in Massachusetts that would be really bad. It would mean no money, and they had MANY mouths to feed.

Plus, they had funded a house for Lianna, with the intent that she paid them back. That cleared out some of their accounts, but she needed a place to stay, and Hailey still hadn’t moved all the way out of the apartment over Raven’s shop.

“What else?” Julian asked.

“Willow is working on the daycare center in Boston for the employee children, and some children whose parents need the help.”

That was good with him.

They had filled their daycare rather quickly. His brother was due with another set of children soon.

That was if Viv didn’t kill him.

Or sterilize him.

One or the other was happening, and Julian was just grateful his wife wasn’t focused on fixing her husband.

HIM.

He wasn’t sure that he was done having kids. Well, donating sperm. If he could get Tori onboard then there would be a fourth child.

Only, so far, she wasn’t having it.

“Connor is here to back you up in case the sister-apocalypse goes nuclear. He said he could call in brother backup if need be.”

Thank God.

He might just need that backup.

Hell hath no fury like a Littlemoon woman scorned.

Apparently.

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