Angela’s worried frown softens into a smile. “Look at that. I’ve been thinking lately that you’re the ideal age to become a father. Not so young you’re hot-headed. Not too old you don’t have the energy to run after them. This big house needs a woman and babies, and so do you.” I don’t need a woman or any babies. I need my fucking money. “This is a hostage situation, Angela. Stop getting clucky.”
