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Brayden

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he door has barely closed behind Molly, and I’m still thinking about the way her hips sway in that fitted black skirt, when my sister-in-law smacks me on the shoulder. “You jackass!”

I gape at Ava’s uncharacteristic outburst and look to Jake for some backup, but my brother just glares at me. “What the hell did I do?”

Jake’s brows shoot up into his hairline