Page 97 of Full House

Her cheeks turned red. “I hope it didn’t come through over the phone for Smith to hear it.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I told him I was having a tree removed from the backyard, and the noise he heard was the distant sound of chainsaws.”

She slapped his chest, looking appalled. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

She was too fucking cute and way too easy to tease. “About the tree removal? Yeah, don’t worry, we’re keeping all our trees.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “You’re horrible.”

“Horribly wonderful.”

“Modest, too.” She smirked. “But getting back on topic, should we be worried about Chrissy?”

“Smith suggested we take out a restraining order against her but said she seemed pretty shaken by the whole experience and most likely won’t cause a problem.”

She sighed. “I guess crazy fans will always be a part of our life.”

He tucked her hair behind her ear, agreeing, “One of the drawbacks of our careers, unfortunately.”

Her stomach took that moment to growl. Before he could be deterred any longer, he rolled from the bed, dislodging Victoria from her comfy spot, nabbed his boxer-briefs from the floor, and slipped them on, snapping the waistband.

“Hey!” Victoria complained.

“I won’t have you distract me a moment longer. Nate Junior’s hungry.”

He was out the door before she yelled, “How many times do I have to tell you. It’s Victoria Junior!”

He bounded down the stairs a big smile on his face.

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