Ava watches us, still smiling. “Tell me something, Duke.” He tilts his head, lending her his ear. “Yes, ma’am?” “Can you vouch for your brother?” Her eyes glint with mischief as they meet mine. “I’m a little worried he’s a serial killer.” Duke grins. “Well, now that you mention it, he does exhibit some suspicious behavior—” “Not funny.” I’m growling again. “Oh, come on, Sawyer, you couldn’t be a serial killer if you tried. You’re more of an overgrown puppy. Like a basset hound with big, floppy ears and those droopy eyes.”
