soundlessly, and he felt dozens of eyes on him, judging, as he tried to find his voice.
Kayli jumped to his rescue as she laughed and reached down to pick up Shelly, then took Sara by the hand and led the way to the edge of the dance floor.
"No, girls, your Uncle Ian is not going to have a baby. Why would you think that?"
"Because he was kissing you!"
"And that's how you make babies."
Ian stood frozen, completely speechless as the girls looked up at Kayli in earnestness. She laughed again then led them over to the table so everyone could have a seat. Except for Ian, who was still too stunned and mortified to do anything besides stand there in mute shock.
"Girls, you cannot make babies just by kissing. Now who told you such a thing?"
"That's what Maria said."
"She lives down the street from us."
"I'm sorry girls, but Maria was missing a few things when she told you that." Kayli leaned closer to the girls, offering them a gentle smile as she reached out to smooth their hair away from their faces. "Remember when your mom brought you up to the house to watch the cows? And we put them in the field with the bull?"
"What?" Ian's voice came out as a strangled croak, and everyone turned to look at him. Jake's shoulders were shaking with suppressed laughter, and Kayli just smiled and shrugged.
"Well, that's what we did." She turned back to the girls. "And you didn't see the cows kissing at all, did you?"
The she-devils giggled and shook their heads. Ian watched as Kayli opened her mouth to say something else, but he quickly stepped forward and tried to cover the twins' ears.
"Oh no. No, no, no. They don't need to hear this. I don't need to hear this." He stopped trying to cover their ears, since he was short two hands to do it effectively anyway. The girls continued to giggle at him, and he finally sat down in the metal chair next to Kayli. He reached around her and grabbed his beer, draining the plastic cup in one long swallow. "Babies. Oh God. If your mother heard about this...No. No girls, nobody is having any babies."
He leaned across the table to grab the plastic bucket of beer and refill his cup, surprised to realize that his face was still hot from embarrassment. He told himself that the flush had nothing whatsoever to do with the vivid images that came to mind when he heard "babies" and "Kayli" in the same sentence.
"Here, try some of this. It looks like you need it." Ian looked up to see Jake holding out a small cup a quarter-filled with clear liquid. He took it and tossed it back, draining it in one shot.
And nearly fell out of the chair as instant heat exploded through him.
"Jake Alexander Evans! You are an ass. I cannot believe you just did that!" Kayli reached for one of the bottles of water sitting in the middle of the table, twisted the cap off, and handed it to Ian. He drank it, waiting for the cool liquid to douse the flames roaring in his gut.
"Wha--" He cleared his throat and drank some more water then tried again. "What was that stuff?"
"Jake, how could you?" Kayli was still yelling at her brother, who was still shaking with laughter. She turned to Ian and gave him an apologetic look, trying to hide her own smile. "Hooch."
"What?"
"Hooch. Homemade moonshine. And it's not even the flavored kind." She turned back to Jake. "I guess Dale didn't listen when I told him not to bring any over."
Jake shrugged, still grinning, and held up a small mason jar filled with clear liquid. "It's just a little bit. And it looked like Ian could use it."
Ian shook his head and took another swallow of water, still trying to douse the burning in his throat and gut. He didn't say anything, just turned and looked down at the she-devils, who were watching him with curious eyes. "Girls, do me a favor, and don't tell your mother about any of this."
They laughed and Ian knew it was the wrong thing to say, and that he had just guaranteed that Bonnie would hear every little detail plus some. He felt a reassuring hand
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