“JUST WHEN I was getting comfy giving the orders around here…” My brother leaned against the doorframe of my office. “…the ogre is back.”
“You gave the orders around here? Do I need to file for bankruptcy?”
Jake pushed off and welcomed himself into my office. He leaned on the back of one of my guest chairs, tilting it so the front legs came off the ground. His eyes zoned in on the multiple Band-Aids on my hands. “What the hell happened to you?”
“Bitsy happened,” I grumbled.
BitsyJake’s brows shot up. “Gram’s dog? She bit you?”
“That dog hates me. The little s**t waits until I fall asleep, and then climbs up on the bed to wake me by biting my fingers. Every damn night.”
My brother laughed.
“It’s not funny. You know, you can take her, too. I had to have the neighbor’s kid watch her wh
