“Francesca—” Marcus called after her, but the bathroom door shut without a response.Theo got up and stalked to the closed door. “Francesca! Open the door, baby.”Marcus flanked his side and knocked as well. “Yeah, open up, love. Whatever the hothead said or did, he didn’t mean it.”“Hothead? I’m a fireman, pencil boy. The only fires I start are between Francesca’s legs. Maybe she didn’t like the spit bath you were trying to give her. Maybe you should leave the tongue action to the big cats, brother bear.”“Spit bath! At least I don’t need my fingers to count, you feline Neanderthal! Having a long fire hose does not make a good mate.”“What the hell does that mean? I got news for you, Yogi. You’re not smarter than the average bear, so shut up if you have nothing of value to say. Francesca is stressed enough.”She leaned on the granite counter and bit the inside of her cheek at the big lugs and their bickering. They were like the male equivalent of sister wives. Leave it to shifter men
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