CHAPTER THREE
Of all the smart-mouthed women Raif had known, this one took the prize. He had a feeling he'd be biting his tongue clean through before she left.
Keeping his mind on the desired outcome of him getting custody of the kids and not her prickly persona, he let go of his irritation. She wouldn't be here forever. "Did you bring your stuff in?"
"Chris brought in my suitcase."
Raif started toward the kitchen and heard Sarah following him. Remains of the boys' lunch sat on the table. Bread crusts were scattered on and around the plates while a puddle of lemonade inched its way toward the edge of the table.
"Hungry?" Raif surrendered to the situation. "I've got some extra sandwiches. I'll take you to the spare room when we're done." He grabbed a paper towel and wiped up the liquid
