As Amanda stood to gather the mountain of trash Greg had made from his gift wrap massacre, all male eyes – including his father’s – returned to appreciating the tight derriere in the short skirt. And when she bent over --
Max coughed sharply, getting his brothers’ attention once more, and scowled purposely at them. He never should have told her to wear that skirt. His mistake.
His mother frowned at the loud noise, “Are you okay, Max? Are you getting sick?” She rushed over to him to place the back of her hand against his forehead.
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