Page 183 of Holiday Hire

"You have?" I ask, grinning like a fool.

"Yep, the boys helped me all morning."

"They did?"

"Sure did. Now, let's get this stuff moved over." He releases me and steps in front of my closet, grabbing a big armful of clothes on hangers.

"I'll get her shoes," Ace states, running into the room.

"Should I go through your dresser?" Wilder questions.

"No, I'll do the dresser," I say, not wanting him to go through my panties.

Alexander reprimands, "Yeah, don't go through her dresser. That's private stuff."

Wilder holds his hands up. "Sorry, just trying to help."

I tousle his hair. "It's okay. I appreciate it. If you don't mind, please help your dad with my clothes in the closet."

"Okay." He goes over and pulls a pile of shirts off the shelf.

Alexander steps in front of me. He kisses me on the lips. Then, he grins at me mischievously. He teases, "Do you wantmeto go through your dresser?"

I laugh. "No, I got it."

"Okay. I made room in my dresser too." He wiggles his eyebrows.

I laugh, and more joy fills me. It's like I'm living a fairy tale. I have two boys I love and a man who's way more than I ever could have expected.

It only takes a little time before all my stuff is neatly organized in Alexander's closet and dresser.

Wilder asks, "What will we do with your bedroom now?"

"It's going back to the guest room, duh," Ace states.

"Maybe it could be my man cave," Wilder declares.

Alexander arches his eyebrows. "You need a man cave?"

"Yeah, every man needs a man cave."

"According to whom?" Alexander asks.

"TikTok, duh."

Alexander groans. "I told you not to be on that app. There's craziness on there."

Wilder shrugs.

Alexander crosses his arms. "I mean it. I told you you're not allowed to use social media until you're older. How did you get on there anyway?"

"Ah, Dad, everybody at school is on it," Wilder whines.

"I don't care. How did you get on it?" Alexander repeats.

Wilder doesn't answer.

Alexander warns, "I'm waiting for an answer."

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