Callan’s POV
The Navy Seal grins back at me, pushing a hand through his hair as he replies, ‘you don’t have to thank me man, we always look after our own, you know that.’
Giving me a chin lift, he heads back down the stairs where I can already hear Gage giving orders.
Mackenzie’s huffs behind me has me turning around to find that she has walked out of the living room and is now trying to heft the huge suitcase toward me.
Chuckling, I shake my head, moving closer and grabbing the handle, lifting it easily in my free hand that is not held captive by the toddler still attached to my thigh.
‘I was getting there’ the woman mutters, lifting her arm to wipe the sweat that has started to bead on her forehead.
‘I know’ I agree, winking at her, ‘but I wouldn’t mind getting home before bed time
