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She shrugs. “I can’t be responsible for what Black Ops, Pup Tart, and Little Bow Wow do when I’m asleep.”

I glance at the sofa. It’s barely big enough to contain my six-foot-three-inch frame. How the hell am I going to fit on there with three dogs?

“The couch or the door? Your choice.”

I scowl. She might as well be asking which fingernail she should remove first because this is torture and she knows it.

“I’ll sleep on the couch,” I grumble.

Her smile is triumphant. “Excellent.” She starts toward the nursery but pauses to add, “And I don’t think you need boxes and boxes of clothes. You’ll be moving out once the judge makes his ruling next month anyway.”

With her final shot fired, she continues to the nursery with a bounce in her step.

I’ve been played. Harmony knew what I was up to the entire time and she played me. Harmony is a master manipulator and I never knew it. Too bad knowing about her deviant ways only serves to make her more attractive to me. And it’s double too bad I can never have Harmony. I missed my chance.

Chapter 16

Is it still called a tug of war if a baby is used instead of a rope? ~ Text from Brody to Elder

“Idon’t understand why I have to do this,” I whine as we arrive at Clementine’s house.

“It’s family dinner night. We have to join or Clementine and Mom will be disappointed.”

“I still don’t understand how your mom and Clementine are friends.” Considering Clementine had sex with Damon Senior when Daisy and him were engaged.

I glance over at Elder and a ball of jealousy burns in my stomach. No way could I be friends with a woman who slept with him while we were engaged. I’d be more likely to scratch her eyes out.

Knock it off. There will be no jealousy when it comes to Elder. He’s not mine to be jealous of. He’s free to be with whoever he wants to be. Except. We’re married.

I tug on his hand. “You can’t sleep with other women.”

His brow wrinkles. “Sleep with other women? I have my hands full sleeping with three dogs.”

“Are you going to complain about Pup Tart humping your leg again?”

“She’s a girl. She shouldn’t be humping my leg.”

“What are you saying? Are girls not allowed to hump?”

“Of course, girls are allowed to hump. What fun would there be in life if girls weren’t humping?”

“Then, why—”

“Excellent!” Brody shouts as he stops on the sidewalk in front of Clementine’s house next to us.

“What’s excellent?” Riley asks as he and Moon arrive.

Brody waggles his eyebrows. “We’re discussing humping.”

“Who’s humping?” Eden asks as she and Miller join us. Miller scowls down at her. “What? I’m allowed to ask who’s humping.”

He growls in response and she pats his stomach to calm him. “Grumpy pants doesn’t want me thinking about other men humping.”

“We’re discussing girl on girl action,” Brody says.

“Girl on girl action?” Moon’s eyes widen. “Which girls are we referring to?”

I roll my eyes. “There is no girl on girl action. It’s girl on boy action. To be specific, Pup Tart humping Elder.”

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