“Hmm, very sweet indeed. I do like my porridge sweet. What do you say Master J?”
Goldie’s heart fell to her stomach at the sight of the tall, imposing man stepping up from behind Catalina. His golden eyes zeroed in on Catalina’s fingers, before they settled on Goldie, and she once again forgot to breathe.“Leave Goldilocks to me."
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