“He’s a hell of a crawler though.” Letting go of his hands, Max immediately folds onto the ground before he takes off crawling. “He’ll be on his hands and knees most of the time.” “As all men should be.” Isaiah makes his presence known with a childish squeak of a laugh. “I like her,” he says. “Well at least one of the Rhodes boys does.” “Two,” I interject. A flash of confusion and maybe a bit of hope washes over her face. “Max.”
