“Look who’s here, Uncle Hayes.” Beefcake sauntered over from behind me. I had to bite back a laugh when I turned around to see him standing there in his gray joggers, but he was no longer wearing his hoodie. He had a bare chest, which he didn’t have five minutes ago, so clearly, he’d heard a woman’s voice and decided to take off his sweatshirt. It was a very Beefcake move to do that.
