Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad
he says, and I smile because I can tell that he means it.
Janeen comes forward then, plopping the dog on the bed.
“Janeen,” Kent groans as the puppy climbs over the lumps and folds of the blankets, intent on getting to me. “Seriously, on the white duvet –“
Janeen just grins and ignores him, sitting down in the spot dad just vacated. “Seriously, sis,” she says, her perky personality coming back to her now that all the drama has passed. “Can you like, move your boob? I want to see his little face…”