my turn to scrunch my features in confusion. “I mean, yeah. They spoil the hell out of him. What three-year-old wouldn’t love that?” He gives one firm nod. “I thought they weren’t in the picture.” “Seems like you thought a lot of things without knowing a single one.” Rhys shifts in place, cheeks burning, and I can’t help but think: Good. You could stand to be taken down a few pegs.
