Fought to keep his hands off his brother so he didn’t do something one of them would barely live to regret. Caitlyn was his wife. His. Lazz had no business touching her, and he’d explain that fact in language his brother couldn’t mistake. “You’re being ridiculous,” Caitlyn said. He spared her a brief glance. “Don’t. Don’t act like I’m the one at fault when I walk in and discover you in my brother’s arms.” He transferred his attention to his twin. “For some truly annoying reason, you’re still touching my wife.” Swearing, Lazz held up his hands and took a step back. “Satisfied now?” “I won’t be satisfied until I’ve pounded less identical into your face.” “So Caitlyn can tell the difference between us?” Lazz bit off a laugh. “Trust me. She’s not the least confused on that front.” Marco formed his hands into fists.
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