The Alpha's Castaway Mate: Mummy, Is He Our Daddy?
Ruby chimed in, raising a brow at him.
Little Ruby gasped, her eyes lighting up. “Ooooh, that’s right! Cartoons it is, then.”
“Fine, fine,” Rhett said, waving a hand. “But what kind of cartoons? Disney? Comic strip? 3D? Anime, or—”
“Anime,” we all said in unison, our voices overlapping.
Rhett froze, staring at us like we’d just declared our allegiance to an alien race. “Jeez,” he said, blinking dramatically. “All of you? Really?”
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