Divorced With His Heir In My Belly
Even Mae, watching from the warm glass enclosure of the kitchen porch, held her breath.
Tyler slowly looked down at the white burst of snow smeared across his chest. Then, slowly, his dark eyes rose to meet Leena’s triumphant, giggling expression. A low, deep rumble started in his chest—not of anger, but of rare, unadulterated amusement.
In one fluid motion, Tyler scooped up a handful of fresh snow, packed it into a firm sphere, and looked at Julian. "Traitor. You armed her."
"I regret nothing!" Julian laughed, dodging instantly as Tyler hurled the snowball with lethal accuracy, clipping Julian’s shoulder just as Caleb squealed with delight and launched a barrage from behind the fort wall.