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Magnus narrowed his eyes to glare at his brother. “How did you know she likes donuts?”
“Research,” Linus dismissed, taking a third mug from the cupboards where he knew they were kept and pouring the coffee into all three mugs. “She used to buy a box for them to share, when she could afford it, every couple of weeks or so.”
Magnus glared. “What else did you discover while doing this research on the woman I’m sure I told you was mine?”
“She likes fries, but not mash.” Linus took a sip of his black coffee. “She doesn’t like spinach or asparagus, but loves broccoli. She dislikes injustice and bullying of any kind. Oh, and she loves her daughter with a protective fierceness I am in awe of.”
Magnus’s nostrils flared. “Don’t be too much in awe.”
Linus grinned. “Never thought I would see the day you’re sooo pussy-whipped your jealousy is out there for all to see,” he murmured softly so that only Magnus could hear.
Just thinking about Sapphie’s pussy was enough for Magnus to once again taste her on his lips. To feel the perfection of her swollen pussy lips against his tongue.
“Getting hard there, brother, so maybe change the subject,” Linus warned softly.
Magnus was always hard when in Sapphie’s presence. It seemed to be his body’s reaction to everything about her. Looking at her. Touching her. Tasting her. Hell, just knowing she existed made him hard.
“Okay, that isn’t working,” Linus chuckled as he saw Magnus’s reaction. “I can’t wait until Fergus sees what’s going on,” he added with glee.
Sapphie turned from where she had been studying the contents of the box of donuts, having consumed her first one. “Fergus and Magnus are twins, yes?” she prompted as she put cream and sugar in her coffee before taking an obviously much-needed sip.
“Fraternal, not identical,” Linus confirmed. “Although he is just as big and hairy as Magnus, just a little more…put together. I think that’s because he lives and works in France and is surrounded by all those elegant French men and women.”
Magnus was relieved to have only one of his brothers’ teasing to contend with. For now, at least. His twin’s teasing would be remorseless once Fergus knew about his feelings for Sapphie.
Having finished drinking her coffee, she now glanced into the cardboard box before taking out another donut and putting it on a plate she took down from the cupboard. This one had a topping of pink frosting and colorful sprinkles.
“I’m taking this to Angel.” She moved to pour milk from the fridge into a glass before picking up the plate and donut with her other hand. “My daughter is going to love you for bringing the donuts over for our breakfast,” she told Linus before her gaze shifted to a softly growling Magnus. “She already loves you for returning her spider to her,” she assured before going through to the hallway where the bedrooms were situated.
A scream of childish delight was heard coming from the bedroom seconds later.
CHAPTER TEN
Linus glanced at Magnus. “What spider?”
“Long story,” he dismissed.
“I’m in no hurry to be anywhere else,” his brother assured.
“Pity,” he mumbled before going on to explain about Angel and her spider.
Linus’s eyes were wide by the time Magnus finished. “Christ, you’ve always hated spiders.”
“It was breaking my heart listening to Angel cry for the hairy little fucker. You can laugh, I don’t mind,” he dismissed when he saw his brother was having difficulty not doing exactly that. “See if you can resist her when she gives you a hug for bringing the donuts.”
“I’m counting on it!” Linus nodded. “A hug from Sapphie would have been nice too but— I’m just messing with you, Mag,” he chuckled as Magnus’s growls grew louder. “I’m happy for you. Truly.”
Magnus would be happy too, once Sapphie finally surrendered to being his.
His love.
His wife.
His everything.
“I’m actually here right now because the guys downstairs called me earlier this morning concerning another situation,” Linus cut into his thoughts, his expression serious.
“Where?”
