12
Saige
Callan returned from his fishing expedition with a scowl on his face. I’d learned to pay close attention to his moods, his ever shifting emotions.
The man’s mind definitely unhinged at times, going from bland to furious in a blink. I hated his continued suspicion over my wanting Flynn even though I did everything in my power to avoid being alone with his son. I schooled my features the best I could. Kept my mouth shut.
I kept my nose to the grindstone so to speak, doing all he asked, just like Flynn had mentioned. Nothing gained me kind words from my husband like Flynn had so graciously offered. Fighting to keep the moment of happiness he’d given me off my face, I hurried to the house, wanting to escape whatever new s**t Callan decided to complain about.
“Where the f**k’s lun
