Chapter Thirteen
“If we weren’t about to bring our son home, I would be screaming at you for a solid five hours,” Kristie hissed through clenched teeth as Megan wiggled in her car seat in the back.
Gray ran his fingers through his hair, looking abashed. “Kristie, you don’t need to yell at me. I know what I did.”
“And you tell me this now? You could have died last night!”
She was fuming. After not hearing from Gray all night, he had come by this morning. Rick was to be released from the hospital today. Kristie’s nerves were already frayed just thinking about bringing her son home. Then Gray told her about how he had challenged that brute, Grant, for the leadership of the Devil’s Advocates and her heart nearly exploded.
“But I didn’t die. And now I’m firmly back in control of the group.
