Page 91 of Duty and Desire
Hated it when she wore it in public.
This unlike Lottie, who was in another skintight tank, this one neon pink, and faded jeans (but Lottie also was wearing flip flops).
Well, not now. Both of them had come off in the free-for-all.
He’d ascended the slope just as the oldest one got her to her back, straddled her, shoving her down at her shoulders while the middle one (maybe five or six years old) threw himself on her legs and the littlest one (maybe three or four) was engaged in the concerted effort of trying to tickle her sides, something that was thwarted by his big brother’s legs.
“I got you!” the oldest one shouted in triumph.
“Give! I give!” Lottie yelled through giggles.
Well, shit.
Just shit.
He knew it before.
He knew it right then for certain.
He was fucked.
Because he could totally fall in love with this woman.
Yeah.
Shit.
“Let your aunt up, boys.”
Yup.
Eddie’s kids.
Mom spoke and all the boys immediately moved. He had a feeling “Wait until your father hears this” was immediately followed with the urge to piss their pants.
It was then, when they were forming a loose row, oldest to youngest, the oldest caught sight of Mo.
So that was when he whispered, “Holy smokes.”
Number two turned his head to check out what had his brother frozen in wonder and he caught sight of Mo.
His response was, “Dios mio.”
“Dante! Mouth!” Jet snapped.
“Holy smokes,” Dante decided to repeat after his brother.
“Hey! Are you Annie Lottie’s boyfrien’?” the youngest screeched at him.
Jet’s eyes cut to Mo.
“Whoa,” Dante said.
“Cool!” the oldest called out. “Auntie Lottie’s dating a badass!”
“Alex!” Jet spat. “Mouth!”
Alex was too overwhelmed with Mo to mind his mother.
