My phone buzzed in my pocket as our laughter died. I set her back, straightened my leg so I could get my phone. "Penn," I barked down the line as I thumbed away the streaks of tears off my girl's face.
"Are you ready for the shitshow, you little fucker?" John Cavendish said down the line.
I jerked as a low snarl purled from my throat. I pulled the phone from my ear, hit the recording button. "What shitshow, you bastard?"
Willow snapped to attention on the couch.
I laid a hand on her belly. Petted her.
She narrowed her sage green eyes at me.
I smiled.
"Seems you're getting caught up with the local riffraff, Penn." He made little tsking noises. "You should know better than to associate with the criminal underground. Didn't your daddy ever teach you any better?"
I barked a laugh
