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Brad catches me staring and arches an eyebrow. "Are you seriously checking me out right now? I look like I swallowed the rest of the football team." "Of course I'm checking you out. You're my mate," I remind him. "And I happen to think it's hot. It's proof you're carrying my pup. Proof I bred you." His face grows noticeably red, and I can't help but find the signs of embarrassment adorable in his expression as he looks away, clearly flustered. "Oh, for fuck's sake," he mutters.
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L.C. Davis (Bro and the Beast 4 (The Wolf's Mate, #4))