“Hello, Precious Angel McChunk-Cheeks.” He ran his nose along her cheek. “Come with Daddy Raymond to pick out a donut. Sadly, you can’t have one. I’m going to take one for the team and eat it for you.” “Hi, Ray,” I said flatly. He flashed me a slightly sheepish grin. “Hey, Kit. Don’t mind me and Joey. We’re having a private conversation.”
