Page 203 of Duty and Desire

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Mo lifted his head up.

“Mac, open this goddamned door!”

Oh man.

Smithie.

What now?

“I love my job. You love your job. I got a great family. You got a great family. We both got kickass friends,” Mo growled. “And we’re still moving to Hawaii.”

On that, he turned on his bare foot and stalked out.

I moved to snatch up my bralette and pull it on. I then grabbed the cream cotton camisole that matched the cream in the waistband of my shorts and was skintight, even if in the chest area there was less to be tight against, and tugged that on.

Then I went flying from the bathroom just as I heard, “You are not horning in on my action!”

That wasn’t Smithie.

That was Tex.

Oh shit.

I kicked up my pace and rounded the corner at the bottom of the stairs only to slam into Mo’s immovable back.

He twisted to catch me with an arm and pull me to the side just as Tex caught sight of me, jabbed a finger Smithie’s way, and boomed, “Tell him! He’s not hornin’ in on my action!”

“Tex, honey, what are you talking about?” I asked in what I hoped was a calming voice.

“You asked Tex to give you away?” Smithie demanded to know…from me.

Yeah.

Oh shit.

“Tex?” he bit out. “Not me?”

Shit.

“Smithie—” I started.

“I’m her stepfather,” Tex mini-boomed to Smithie.

“I don’t give a shit,” Smithie returned to Tex.

Tex’s face started getting red.

Ah, hell.

“You got other daughters,ones you made,” Tex shot back. “Givethemaway.”

“I will,” Smithie rejoined. “The ones of my bloodandthe ones who want me to who dance for me.”

“Dance for you?Dance for you?” Tex was winding himself up and I knew he’d finished that endeavor when he put both hands to his head and then jerked them straight up, bellowing, “That’s entirelyloco!”

“What’s loco about it?” Smithie retorted. “No one gets to say what family is.”

He had a point there.