MASON
“Mason.”
Garrett, Sam’s biological father, held his hand out as Sam and I stepped into the private room. Sam paused, looking up at me. She was silently asking if I wanted her to stay and be a buffer between us, but I shook my head. It meant a lot that she was even offering.
I shook his hand. “Mr. Brickshire. How are you? Thank you again for helping with that incident earlier this summer.”
“Garrett. We’ve been through too much for you to call me by my last name, but I admit, it’s a lot nicer reception than I used to get from you guys.”
And since he went there, I replied, “Yeah, but that was when you were a d**k to your daughter. You haven’t been for a while, and you helped me out.”
Logan was sitting close by, and he snorted, looking back to watch us.
Garrett let out a soft sigh
