Chapter 21

Back at their building, Sly had to make a difficult phone call. He didn’t know what Jason and Merry might have been told about his highly exaggerated demise.

Oh well. I shouldn’t put this off.

Nathan couldn’t wait to tell Gwyneth about his heroism, so he pivoted left at the top of the stairs while Sly and Morgaine entered her apartment on the right.

“Is it okay if I borrow your sex phone to make a local call? I mean, it won’t come up as 1-900-sex muff or anything, will it?”

She snorted. “No. It’ll come up as a private number.”

“So, can I use it to call Jason? I imagine Merry’s a little busy right now.”

“Of course. How are you going to tell him what happened? It’s not like you can mesmerize him over the phone…” Her eyes rounded. “Can you?”

He smiled. “No, I can’t. And I don’t know what to say, but I want to know how Merry is.”

She sighed. “I understand. Why don’t you let me call? At least the nurses won’t flip out if they hear my voice.”

“I was going to call Jason’s cell phone.”

“Oh, do you think he left it on?”

“If not, I can leave a message. That might be better since I wouldn’t have to explain anything until they get back…”

“And then you can erase their memories,” she finished for him.

“Yeah.”

She led him to the phone and said, “Mind if I listen in?”

“If you want.”

She didn’t say anything else, just perched on the arm of the chair after he sat and dialed.

They waited through three rings, and at last Jason picked up.

“Falco,” he said.

“Jason, it’s Sly.”

“Sly? Why are you calling? Aren’t you in the waiting room?”

Morgaine smiled and said telepathically, “Thank the Goddess, he doesn’t know.”

Sly nodded to her. “No, we had to get home.”

“Oh. Well, you’ll want to know that Merry’s in the recovery room and doing well.”

“The recovery room? What happened?”

“As soon as you left and the nurse checked her, she confirmed that our son was double breech. Upside down and backwards. She had a C-section.”

“A son? Is he all right?”

“Perfectly. They said if they hadn’t performed an emergency C-section, he might have broken a shoulder on the way out. I hope he’s not always this uncooperative.”

Sly laughed. “I hope not too. But if you ever need a break from the little guy, let me know. I’d be more than happy to baby-sit.”

Morgaine grinned. She leaned toward the phone. “What are you naming him?”

“MacKenzie, after Merry’s father. I mean—her other father. But we’ll call him Max.” Jason sounded vaguely uncomfortable, but Sly couldn’t be happier. Not only because he had a biological grandson, but because his son-in-law seemed to finally accept that he was her real father, despite looking so much younger than he should.

“Her dad’s nickname is Mac—for MacKenzie,” Jason finished.

“I remember Merry telling me that. I like the name Max. It’s a good strong name.”

“I’m glad you approve. Merry’s other dad is on his way here now. He and her younger brother had to wait until the roads were cleared.”

Sly heard Merry in the background asking, “Is that Sly?”

“Yes, would you like to talk to him?”

“Please,” she said. A moment later, he heard her loud and clear. “Hi gramps.”

“Hi honey.” Despite the lump in his throat, he asked, “How are you feeling?”

“Like a wrung-out dishrag.”

He laughed. “Good.”

“Good?”

“Yeah. If you didn’t say something like that, I’d know you were lying.”

“I’d never lie to you, Sly. Just like I won’t keep things from my husband.”

A jolt of panic whipped through him. “But, that would mean he knows I’m a…”

“Vampire? Yes, he knows.”

Sly was so shocked he didn’t know what to say.

Jason returned to the phone. “So, you have to admit…that trip to the morgue was pretty funny.”

Morgaine’s jaw dropped. “The hell it was! I had to lay on top of him and refuse to move so they wouldn’t cut him up!”

Sly chuckled. “I don’t think Morgaine would agree with you.”

“True. I wasn’t there. Someday you’ll have to tell us exactly what happened.”

“I wasn’t there either,” Sly laughed. “All I know is that the sun came up. What did the nurses tell you?”

“A doctor pulled me into the hallway and said my dear father-in-law had a heart attack, and not to tell Merry he didn’t make it until everything was over.”

“And you thought that was funny?”

“Considering…”

Sly snorted. Then it occurred to him that Jason was taking his condition fairly casually. “So, you’re okay with a vampire in the family?”

“Why wouldn’t I be? Merry says you take care of your needs elsewhere and keep the city’s crime rate down at the same time.”

“That’s true. How about my living in your building? Is that a problem?”

“If I had a problem with every paranormal and strange neighbor in my building, I’d have to evict everyone—with the possible exception of Merry.”

He heard her laugh.

Sly chuckled. “You’re one in a million, Jason. I’m glad Merry found you.”

“Me too.” He heard the smile in his son-in-law’s voice, and then a loud kiss between the happy new parents.

As soon as they hung up, Sly scooped Morgaine into his arms and carried her to her bedroom. She couldn’t help giggling at the way he took charge.

“I think it’s time we Christened your bed with our lovemaking, don’t you?”

She chuckled. “You’re constantly horny, aren’t you?”

“Are you saying you don’t want to?”

“Heck, no! Of course I want to. I was just teasing.”

He smiled and laid her on the bed. “Whew. I’m glad your sense of humor is returning, but I was afraid you were tired of me.”

“I’ll never get tired of you, Sly. I love everything about you.”

The hunger in his eyes spoke for him as he unbuttoned her blouse. She reached for his belt buckle, and they undressed each other simultaneously.

When at last they lay next to each other, skin to skin, he cupped her cheek and stared into her eyes. “Those were real tears you shed this morning. Were you afraid something would happen to me when I was incapacitated?”

“Are you kidding? I was terrified. I figured if I didn’t stop them, they’d try to perform an autopsy.”

“But you didn’t let them.”

Her brows knit as she remembered just how tightly she held onto the gurney all the way to the morgue. “The orderly tried to convince me to let you go, but I wasn’t about to leave you unprotected until and unless they pried me off with a crow bar.”

He chuckled. “I knew I could depend upon you to keep me safe. And I’ll always protect you too. We’re good together, don’t you think?”

“Yes, I do. In all kinds of ways.”

He captured her lips in a long, deep kiss. Meanwhile, his fingers traced a path down the column of her neck, to her chest and kneaded her breast. She moaned into his mouth.

He broke their lip-lock and kissed his way down the same path until he latched onto a nipple and suckled.

She arched and moaned. The deep sensations rippled through her and tugged at her core, as if he’d pulled an invisible string.

His hand and mouth traded places so that he cupped and squeezed the breast he’d been sucking and paid equal attention to the other one.

How she loved this man…vampire…no, man. Whatever he was didn’t matter. He was hers.

He inched his way down her torso feathering more kisses along her heated skin. When he reached her thighs, he ran his tongue along the ridges of her labia. She shivered.

“Cold?”

“Not hardly.”

He chuckled and went to work licking, nipping and sucking her most sensitive area.

As the fever built, she anticipated an earth-shattering orgasm.

“Oh, Sly!”

Each time they coupled, she thought she couldn’t possibly feel more satisfied than the last, yet somehow, he managed to top his performance without trying. Perhaps it had to do with how much more she fell in love with him each day.

Before she knew it, Morgaine’s climax crashed over her, taking her on the ride of her life. She cried out and grabbed the sheets with both hands and if she might levitate any second. He didn’t stop until he had wrung every last aftershock out of her.

Panting for breath, she said. “Wow.”

He grinned. “I’m glad I can still wow you.”

When she could speak again, she giggled and said, “…and how.” Reaching for him, he scooted up beside her and leaned into her embrace.

“I love you, Morgaine. I never thought I’d love someone this much again.”

“I never thought I’d love someone this much at all.”

As he kissed her, she felt a shared, deep, emotional connection. She could have let him kiss her all day and night, but it was his turn for satisfaction, and she dearly wanted to give it to him.

At last, Sly broke the kiss and tapped her knees. She parted them. He climbed over one leg and kneeled in the V she made for him. She held is hooded gaze as he entered her. An unspoken bond had them moving together in one fluid motion.

How did I get so lucky? I found the love of my life, right under my nose.

Sly’s rhythm sped up and she knew he was close. She twined her legs around his back and let him take her however he wanted to.

Eventually his motions became irregular, and his gasp told her he had found his peak. He jerked, then stilled, then collapsed on top of her.

“Thank you,” he whispered in her ear.

She giggled. “Anytime, stud.”

Spending a week in bed was something Morgaine never pictured doing…at least not without being ill. She and Sly had been constant companions ever since they returned from the morgue and barely made it out of the bedroom long enough to avoid starvation. Gwyneth took over the phone sex calls, gladly.

He’d said he would make love to her until she understood he really believed her to be the most beautiful woman in the world. She enjoyed being thoroughly convinced.

Other than setting up the wine-making operation in Sly’s kitchen, they hadn’t accomplished a thing.

“Sly?”

He propped himself on his elbow and dragged a finger over her torso. “Yeah.”

She shivered. “Don’t start that again.”

“Why not?”

She chuckled. “Because I’m getting sore.”

He snatched his hand back. “Why didn’t you say something?”

“I just did.”

“Oh.” Sly’s expression turned from one of concern to playfulness. He took a lock of her hair, curled it around his finger and kissed it. “Imagine if we were both Vampires. We’d never have to worry about too much loving. Even if we went at it like out-of-control jackhammers, you’d heal in seconds.”

Morgaine raised her eyebrows. She’d have reacted more forcefully, but a) she didn’t have the energy and b) she’d been thinking the same thing.

“Would you really want me to be undead with you?”

Sly shook his head, sadly. “No. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. It’s just that—”

He didn’t finish his thought. He simply levered himself to a seated position on the bed. Bending over her, he took her hand in his and caressed it.

“I love you, Morgaine. I never thought I’d love again, but God or the Goddess or whatever powers-that-be there are must have decided to give me a second chance.”

She opened her mouth to speak, but he placed his finger against her lips and whispered, “Shhh. I have more to say…much more.”

“All right.”

He kissed her knuckles and took a deep breath. “Before we got close, I liked you. I thought of you as a friend and a woman I admired.”

“And now…”

“Now, you’re all I could ever want or need. You truly are my beloved. My equal. My soul mate.”

He paused a little too long, so to encourage him, she said, “I feel that way about you too. Is there more?”

“Yes. Part of me thinks about losing you someday, and I picture the pain as insufferable. I don’t know if I could survive it. Physically, yes, but emotionally?”

Morgaine smiled weakly. “People can survive all kinds of things, Sly. Even losses we can’t imagine going through.”

“I suppose… But I’m not like most people. I’ll have to go through centuries, maybe millennia with only memories.”

“I know,” she whispered. “And even before that, you’ll have to watch me grow old while you don’t age a day, if we stay together.”

“Don’t you worry about that.”

“How do you know I’m worried?”

“I know women well enough to know what you’re thinking.”

She chuckled. “Maybe you do.”

“You’re my beloved. I’m never going to trade you in for a younger model.”

“So, you say now.”

“Morgaine, I’m serious. I’ve given this a lot of thought…”

Looking at his face, she realized he was holding something back. It was something important, so she’d better shut up and let him finish.

He ran a finger up her arm, making her tingle.

“Whatever you have to say, please say it before we get sidetracked.”

He grinned. “We do get sidetracked easily, don’t we?”

She smiled. “Yup.”

“Okay, no more beating around the bush. I was about to say that while I still have a believable birth certificate, I’d like to apply for a marriage license.”

Morgaine gasped. She knew she should say something, but the words got stuck in her throat.

“Will you marry a fifty-seven-year-old vampire, Morgaine? Will you be my wife?”

She still couldn’t speak so merely nodded.

He grinned and dove for her. Scooping under her torso, he rolled until she lay on top of him.

“You just made me very happy” she said with tears in her eyes. “I’ll do my best to make you happy too.”

“I already am.”

They shared a long kiss.

When at last Morgaine came up for air, she asked, “When did you turn fifty-seven? I thought you were fifty-six?”

“Well, actually my birthday is next month, but I figured I’d get used to the idea.”

“Whew. I thought I missed it. There’s still time to think of a gift.”

“No need. You just gave me everything I wanted.”

Gwyneth opened her apartment door to let in the landlord’s wife. “Thanks for comin’ to visit me, Merry. Take a load off.”

Merry stuck a hand on her hip. “Excuse me?”

It took a moment to realize what might have upset her. “Oh, I didn’t mean y’all are a load or anythin’. It’s just an expression that means ‘set a spell.’”

Merry chuckled. “I knew that. I was just joking.” She gingerly seated herself on Gwyneth’s flowered couch. “Since Max was born, I’ve lost about twenty pounds, but I still have another ten to go. I can’t help feeling heavy. But my old jeans will fit again—someday.” She sighed.

Gwyneth offered a dismissive wave. “Oh, pshaw. You look wonderful. So, can I get you some sweet tea?”

“How about a small glass of milk, if you have it.”

“You got it.” On her way to the kitchen, Gwyneth asked over her shoulder, “How’s the little bundle of joy doin’?”

She chuckled. “He’s pull of piss and vinegar, as Sly would say.”

Gwyneth laughed. “That’s prob’ly truer than it’s meant to be.” She quickly poured the milk and arranged some cookies on a bamboo tray. She put the pitcher of sweet tea and an extra glass in the middle, just in case Merry changed her mind about the tea. Maybe she was worried about caffeine. Most new parents needed all the caffeine they could get after waking up a couple of times a night with a baby hollering for attention.

When she returned to the living room, Merry smiled. “This is the first time I’ve gone anywhere in a week. It was nice of you to invite me.”

“No need to go thankin’ me yet. Not that it isn’t nice just to share a snack and some gossip with y’all, but I kinda need to ask a favor too.”

“A favor? Sure.”

“I ain’t asked it yet.”

Merry chuckled. “I mean, sure, you can ask. If it’s something I can do, I will. What do you need?”

“Well, I was hopin’ y’all could talk to Jules. You see, that favor is for Sly, but Jules didn’t know what we was tryin’ to do and he kinda undid it.”

“I’m confused. Can you be more specific?”

Gwyneth took a deep breath. “Well, Morgaine and Sly went to New York right before Thanksgiving to get a cure for his vampirism.”

Merry’s posture straightened, and her eyes rounded. “A cure? I didn’t know there was one.”

“Well, it’s only temporary, but it cures the worst parts of bein’ a vampire. I guess it takes the place of blood and Sly could walk around in sunlight without passin’ out or burnin’ up.”

“Wow. That sounds awesome. So, what can I do to help?”

“Well, Sly’s probably too proud to ask, and Morgaine thought we should let you rest and recover a little longer, but I saw no harm in askin’…”

“Sure. Go ahead, ask.”

“Well, it’s crazy expensive, but Morgaine figured out how to make more from what we got.”

“That’s great. And?”

“It’s like a Sourdough bread recipe. You know how they make it with starter?”

Merry nodded.

“Well, ya’ll have to add some of the old wine to new-made wine before it gets bottled.”

“Okay…so what do I need to talk to Jules about?” She sipped her milk.

“Well, Morgaine and I found a big wooden vat and we’d like permission to stomp grapes down in the basement. Then we can put the stuff in bottles with the vampire cure and let it age where it’s the right temperature. We’re fixin’ to buy some wine racks too if we get y’all okay. We want to make it as close to the real thing as possible.”

Merry shrugged. “I’ll need to ask Jason, but I don’t think it would be a problem. You said Jules undid something you’d tried to do before?”

“Well, yeah. We had a still down there back when we was tryin’ to add the vampire wine to some moonshine. The idea was to make it stretch more and preserve it in a recipe my daddy used. Unfortunately, Jules found the still and took it apart. Threw out some perfectly good whiskey too, I reckon.”

“Well, that’s too bad.”

“It’s a damn shame. If the still weren’t illegal in the first place, I’d call it a crime.”

Merry raised her eyebrows. “Is making wine illegal?”

“Nah. Not for your own use. To sell alcohol is illegal, but that’s a racket the government’s got goin’. They want their tax money. If everyone made and sold their own under the table, the liquor stores would lose a lot of business and the government would lose out on all those taxes.”

“I suppose that’s true.” Merry mulled that over, then asked, “So how do you make your own wine?”

“Oh, it’s dead easy. It’s just sugar, water, yeast, and grape juice. When it’s all good an’ mixed together, y’all just pour it in a glass bottle and fix a balloon over the top.”

“A balloon? What does that do?”

“Well, it blows up with the carbon dioxide. You gotta make a few pin holes in the balloon to let it out.”

“Wouldn’t that keep the balloon from inflating?”

“Nah, the balloon gets big anyway. When it loses all its poof and goes flat again, the wine’s done. Y’all have to strain it through a pillowcase to catch the junk at the bottom, but the final stuff is plumb delicious.”

“Speaking of plumbs, I’ve heard of wines being made with fruits other than grapes. Have you ever tried to make other kinds?”

“Oh, heck, yes. My momma made raspberry, peach, and cherry wine. Any kind of fruit juice will do—exceptin’ orange or any other citrus.”

“You know what? That sounds like fun. I should talk to Jason first, but I’ll bet he’ll be fine with it.”

“Then y’all will tell Jules to leave it alone?”

“Yes. I’m sure he’ll be on board with it, if we are. I’ve noticed he takes his responsibilities very seriously.”

“Let’s just hope nothin’ breaks. Morgaine sensed somethin’ weird goin’ on with him.”

“Weird? Uh-oh. What constitutes weird around here?”

“She said she thinks he lies a lot.”

Merry’s jaw dropped. “What has he lied about?”

“Well, she thinks he lied about his whole resume. She don’t think he could fix a clogged sink with a bucket of Draino.”

“Hmmm… Jason’s Uncle Ralph recommended him. Said he had tons of experience, but I’ll admit, no one checked.”

“Oops. Well, I didn’t mean to tattle on him. He seems like a right nice man, and he’s been gettin’ real chummy with Lily.”

“You mean Lillian? That’s the new woman, right?”

“Yeah. She goes by Lily. Have y’all met her?”

“Just once. I’m afraid I’ve been a little preoccupied between the end of my pregnancy, a false alarm, and then Max’s birth. But that’s no excuse. I should go down and see how she’s doing.”

Gwyneth jumped up. “Oh, no need to do that. She’s just fine. Besides, Jules will take care of anythin’ she needs. I’m sure of it.”

Merry rose slowly. “Okay, I guess I could use a little more rest come to think of it.”

“Oh, yeah. You should get all the rest you can while Jason’s around. He’ll be too busy once baseball season starts.”

Merry chuckled. “I hope I’ll be back to normal before then.”

“I’m sure you will, although I’ve known some women who’ve never—”

Merry held up one hand. “That’s okay, Gwyneth. Thanks for the milk. I’d better get back upstairs before Max wakes up and wants lunch.” She hefted her full breasts.

Gwyneth giggled. “I guess that’s best, since y’all are carryin’ around the restaurant.”

Merry sidled up to her awestruck husband, who was staring into the crib at his sleeping son.

“He really is a miracle, isn’t he?” she whispered.

Jason nodded his head. “I never imagined…” His throat seemed to clog.

“I know. Me neither.”

He pivoted and pulled her into his arms for a long kiss. When he released her lips, he didn’t break their embrace. He simply tucked her head under his chin and stroked her back.

“Jason?”

“Mmm?”

“I need to ask you a few things.”

He stepped away and took her hand. “Let’s talk in the living room.”

When they were settled on the sectional sofa, she took a deep breath. Exactly how would she explain everything Gwyneth had told her?

“Okay, this is going to sound weird, but I just learned a couple of things from Gwyneth.”

“You learned from Gwyneth? That is weird.”

She smirked. “Be nice. She’s a lovely woman with a good heart.”

“And has a ghost as a roommate.”

“Be that as it may, she seems to know what goes on around here better than we do.”

“Yeah? What’s going on?”

“Well, first, they had a still in the basement.”

His eyebrows rose. “A still? Like a thing that makes alcohol? Aren’t stills illegal?”

“Yeah. They had a good reason… Well, if what she said is true, and I see no reason for her to lie.” She placed her arm on the back of the sofa and massaged his neck. He always loved it when she did that.

“Ahhh…that feels good. Go on.”

“So, according to Gwyneth, there’s a kind of cure for vampirism made by some guy in New York. He preserves it in wine. It’s crazy-expensive though.”

“And?”

“And apparently Sly and Morgaine went to New York and brought some of it home. They planned to reverse engineer it and preserve it in Gwyneth’s father’s whiskey recipe. The still was something she knew how to set up and she did it to help Sly.”

“Why didn’t they just ask us to pay for the cure?”

“His pride. You know how he didn’t even want to take the apartment for free. As far as I know, he’s still trying to think of a job he can do at night.”

“Too bad. I’d have bought the stuff for him just to have one less vampire in the building.”

Merry gasped. “There’s more than one?”

He chuckled. “No, not that I know of. But considering the folks that are attracted to living here…”

She blew out a breath. “Whew. You scared me for a minute.”

“Sorry, so go back to the weird story.”

“Yeah. They tried mixing some of the wine with the whiskey and it didn’t go well. As Nathan put it…ick, never mind.”

“So, Nathan knew about it too? Did anyone bother to tell Jules?”

“Apparently he discovered it on his own and dismantled it.”

“Good. Seems like it could have been more than a legal hazard.”

“Yeah, but they’re back to square one. But Morgaine had a psychic flash and knows how to make it now. They have to make their own wine and add a little of the vampire cure to it. If it ferments together, the whole bottle becomes the curative stuff.”

“Doesn’t it get diluted though?”

“Not really. It’s like sourdough bread in that way.”

Jason’s brows knit. “Huh? I don’t bake, sweetheart.”

She chuckled. “Oh, yeah. Well, it’s the same principle. If you add a little of the old mixture to the new, it keeps it going.”

“And going and going and going?”

“Exactly.”

“And you wanted to ask me something. No, let me guess. You want to know if they can set up a winery in the basement.”

She grinned and batted her eyelashes at him.

“Oh, man. I know you so well.”

“Not a whole winery. It turns out that making wine for your own consumption is easy and legal. And it isn’t as dangerous as a still would be.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“So, do they have your permission to make the wine and store it in the basement? According to Gwyneth the cool temperature down there is ideal.”

He leaned over and rested his head in his hands. “Will I ever be able to say ‘no’ to you?”

“Maybe if you don’t love me anymore.”

“Then I’m doomed. Because that’s never going to happen.”

She leaned over him and hugged his back. “Good.”

He sat up and gave her a forward-facing hug. Then he leaned back and looked her in the eye. “You said there were a couple of things…”

“Gwyneth told me something about Jules that was a little upsetting.”

“Yeah? What?”

“Well, Gwyneth said Morgaine suspects Jules of falsifying his resume. As Gwyneth put it, ‘He couldn’t fix a sink with a bottle of Draino.’”

“Oh, boy.” Jason rose and began to pace. “It’s a little late to check his references now, isn’t it?”

“Did he give any references other than your uncle Ralph?”

Jason strode to his desk. “I barely glanced at his resume. I took Ralph at his word.”

“And Ralph probably believed whatever Jules told him. What if he’s a pathological liar? They can be very convincing. And if something breaks…”

Jason pawed through the drawer until he found the folder he wanted. “Okay, under references it says he has twelve years of experience in apartment building maintenance at 70 Rowes Wharf. Why does that address sound familiar?”

“It sounds like it’s down on the waterfront.”

“It is.” Jason opened his laptop. “Let me check it out.”

A few minutes and keystrokes later, he said, “Ah ha! No wonder that address sounded familiar. It’s a seafood restaurant. One of the team’s favorites.”

Merry gaped. “So, it’s not an apartment building at all?”

“Nope. Apparently, ol’ Jules did lie on his resume. There’s a contact name and number here. Maybe I’ll call and ask about him just for kicks.”

“Yeah, I think we should, just to be thorough before we speak to him.”

Jason groaned. “Oh, crap. If it doesn’t pan out, one of us will have to fire him. You know how much I hate confrontation.”

“Maybe we should talk to him before we fire him. And if it comes down to that, don’t worry, I’ll do it.”

Jason grinned at her. “You complete me.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just dial the number.”

He chuckled and used his cell phone to place the call. It must have rung a few times with no one picking up. Eventually Jason put his phone away. “The number he gave is disconnected.”

“Oh, no.”

“I guess we’d better go have a chat with him. Then we can start the happy process of looking for another maintenance man.” He rolled his eyes.

Merry snapped her fingers. “Wait a minute. I have an idea.”

“Uh oh.”

“Hey, when have I ever steered you wrong?”

He shrugged. “Never, I guess. Okay, let’s hear it.”

“Sly was an electro-mechanical engineer before he was turned. He wants to earn his rent. Why don’t we ask him if he can do building maintenance?”

Jason’s eyes lit up. “You might have something there. Why don’t you find out and then we’ll have a talk with Jules?”

Just then Max began to fuss in his crib.

“Okay. Right after lunch. It sounds like Max is ready for his.”

“Can I watch?” Jason waggled his eyebrows.

“You’ll do anything to get an eyeful of my massive jugs, won’t you?

Jason chuckled. “You know it.”