“I’ll rest when I’m dead.” “Typical bitter old man response.” “I ain’t bitter, Johnny.” “No?” I look over at him, arching a brow as we get closer and closer to the house. “Fine. Not bitter. Just plain old grumpy.” “You’re goin’ to wind up neck-deep in cow shit today if you don’t quit pissin’ me off,” he warns, but there’s no venom there. “Don’t tease me with a good time, Wade.”
