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... you for a favor, bad daddy?”

Waylon Lewis raised an eyebrow, “Let’s hear it.”

These two little rascals were calling him so late. He thought it couldn’t just be to apologize. Waylon Lewis curled his lips into a smirk, waiting for what they would say next.

“Could you take our mommy out for a meal?” Willow asked timidly, her voice milkily sweet, irresistibly adorable.

“What?”

Waylon Lewis walked to the window, looking at the twinkling lights outside, a flick ...

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