“Who’s the dad?” Caleb asks, ignoring his wife and turning to me as I shut their fridge with an armful of assorted snacks. “Tell him,” Sarah says smugly, moving to stand beside Caleb. I glare at her, dropping my haul onto their counter. “Bo,” I answer plainly. “Who the hell is—” “Robbie,” Sarah interrupts, bursting. “Robbie!” “Oh…shit,” Caleb says, grimacing.
