Owned on the Ice M/M Romance
“You understand those scans, right? Because they all look like static to me. Like—you know those old TV snow screens? That. But somehow worse.”
Harlow grinned. “Yeah. Not my first rodeo.”
“Oh good, great, perfect. When it prints out, can you, uh, draw a little gummy‑bear outline on it so I know which blob is the baby blob?”
She snorted.
Aiden didn’t even look up. “We are not drawing on the scan, Lukas.”
“Why?” Lukas demanded like he’d been told Christmas was cancelled.
“Because I can explain it to you as many times as you want when we get home,” Aiden said gently.