11
VAUGHN
I could hear the muffled crying through the entrance before I even rang the bell. Footsteps sounded, and then Lucy’s brother opened the door, his face sheet white.
“Dammit,” he muttered when he saw me. “It’s just you.”
Well…
I pulled back, not sure how to accept that greeting. “Hello to you, too,” I murmured.
Sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose, Beau stepped aside to let me in. “Sorry. Luce ran to the store. But the baby woke up almost as soon as she left. She wasn’t supposed to do that.”
I sent him an odd look as I entered the house, then glanced toward the opening of the hallway where Ava’s screams were starting to get desperate.
“Did you try...picking her up?” I suggested.
Sending me a disgusted glance, he spat, “Does it look like I’m holding her to you?”
“Je
