Properly chastised, his gaze falls to the counter. "Yes, sir."
Ridge laughs sticking a hand out to catch the bottle cap Riley throws in our direction. "Hey, I'm your boss."
"Not on Sundays you aren't."
Standing between his two boys Mack slaps both of them on the back of the head. "Get it together, boys. Ladies are present." His take-no-gruff attitude, most likely bred from years in the military, silences both of them.
"You were nice to my baby yesterday, right?" Riley asks in my direction.
It takes me a few seconds before I realize he's asking me the question. Who's his baby? Katy? I still can't believe Mack tried to set me up with the guy Katy is most likely sleeping with?
"You let Katy drive your truck?" Ridge asks in disbelief. "You're dumber than I thought."
"Hey." I slap him on
