The Denver Alpha
Juliet spins around and strolls back into the closet, thumbing through the rack of clothes while I lean a shoulder against the doorframe to watch her.
“Remind me to thank Shay,” she says over her shoulder as she assesses her choices.
I raise a fist to my mouth, coughing to clear my throat, and Juliet looks back at me with a playful smirk. “You, too,” she adds, batting her lashes coquettishly. “Thanks, Daddy Cole.”
My eyes darken. “We may have to try that nickname on later tonight,” I growl. “Much better than Sarge.”
“Aw, but you’ll always be my Sarge,” she croons, turning back to the clothes and pulling a hanger down containing a pale yellow sundress. “Ooh, this one’s super cute,” Juliet com
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