Jack
Jack sat with Brady in his kitchen, wishing Brady would make something stronger than hot chocolate. The man was as emotional and soft as they get, but Jack knew better. He knew what Brady was capable of.
Yet…the man’s idea of a beverage after Toby and Anya went to bed was this warm milk and chocolate.
“So, Brady, I’ve been wondering,” he watched Brady’s eyes look up in wonder. “Cal said Darrin was your nursemaid for a minute. How was that?”
Brady chuckled into his mug, taking a sip. “I hated every minute of it. He was…” he seemed to consider his words, “I’m not sure if you know about our family history.”
Jack nodded, “Cal told me about it.”
“Of course,” he sighed. “These kids and all their open communication. Had we been more like that twenty years ago, I’m sur
