“I don’t remember you having such a heavy set of balls on you the last time you were here,” he mutters. “Stop playing hardball, Dad. The Steeles will take good care of her,” Jill says, standing close to me again, her hand on my arm. A glance over my shoulder at where Aurora leans against the side of the horse trailer, her arms crossed and eyes shooting hellfire at Jill’s hand, has me nonchalantly leaning away.
