“Don’t listen to him. And don’t think about it. Just say yes and put this on.” He tossed a shopping tote at her. Mack peered inside. “No way. Absolutely not.” “Kids. Deploy sad faces,” Linc ordered with a snap of his fingers. Six pairs of pathetic eyes stared up at her. Seven if she counted Sunshine’s. Eight if she counted Bryson’s face peering up from the depths of the bush.
