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Easton raised a brow. “He could’ve just asked.”

Dalton and I laughed out loud at Easton’s awkwardness.

“He could have, but little kids do that sometimes,” Dalton explained.

Easton helped Owen up and sat him on his lap. The boy leaned back, fisting his eyes, and yawning while Easton sat there awkwardly.

“He likes you,” I chuckled.

“I don’t know why.”

I shrugged. “You’re family.”

The End