“You both look ready, maybe I should pack my Glock in case some line-backer decides you ladies need some tackling.” His face is all kinds of serious, but I know he's talking smack.
“Yellow. Lady of the house, if your a*s isn't down here in 20 secs, I’m going to finish ole daddios scotch, and Mr. Catelli is going to have to carry my a*s to this dig,” Sienna screams from the bottom of the staircase.
My eyes widen as I move past Ren, to rush down the carpeted stairs.
“I’m ready, I'm ready. Sorry I kept you guys waiting.”
“How many years did you say this whiskey is again? I forget.” Sienna takes a sip of an almost full glass of Papa’s scotch. He hardly ever drank it. I knew there was a reason behind why he kept it at the back of his shelf. But he said I should make the Bray girls feel
