Trent bent down to Bubba’s level, wickedness gleaming in his gaze as he cradled one of my son’s shoulders in a massive hand. “So…you’re saying if I flirt with everyone that opens their door they’re gonna give you more candy?” he whispered playfully, like they were planning a covert mission and not charming their way through fun-sized candy bars and Wendy’s coupons. Bubba’s grin grew wide and wolfish. The expression almost perfectly mirrored Trent’s,
