PAULINE POV
Jessie’s face was priceless.
Like… absolutely divine.
The kind of expression that should be bottled and sold under the name Male Fragility, Eau de Defeat. I was tempted to carve it into my memory and hang it next to my grandmother’s cross-stitched bless this mess sign.
My boys shut him up so good I think his ass was on fire with the speed at which he stormed out of Dad’s diner. Probably left tread marks on the floor. I wouldn’t be surprised if I found tire smoke near the coat rack later.
I watched him go with a tiny smile tugging at the corner of my mouth.
Such good boys they were.
They stood there like they owned the room—well, technically, like they owned me, and I wasn’t even mad about it. Not when their eyes followed my every move like I was something sacred. Not whe
