“My kid’s pretty damn lucky, huh?” Smiling up at me, she nods. “She is. She has Logan Sterns as a dad.” “Aw, look at you, being all sweet,” I drawl before bringing my lips closer to her ear. “Must be because we’re headed home and you’re in need of a trip to good ol’ pound town.” She rolls her eyes and looks up at me, amused. “What about Margie? I thought your love burned deep. Perhaps you’d like to take her home instead.” I gag, shivering. “I love you, Boston, but please … don’t talk about Marg that way. She has dentures. And smells of … Nana.”
