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Jed
“What the hell can they be talking about in there?” Knox asked, his voice tipped low. We’d heard Piper laugh once, but nothing else.
We were in the parlor while the women chatted. While we should have been more proper, considering we were guests—Eve would sit on the very edge of the chair, ankles crossed, hands folded in her lap and her spine as straight as a f*****g arrow most likely—I wasn’t a gentleman with my legs stretched out long and straight before me. Knox was slouched down enough where his head rested on the back of his chair. The baby had fallen asleep on Lane’s shoulder.
“Women’s conversations are a mystery and I have given up trying to understand them,” Lane offered, patting his daughter gently on the back, although she wasn’t waking up anytime soon.
“I’m a doctor a
