He huffs. “Yeah, well, if you’d come back, you’d have saved us from the flock of women trying to flirt with Rocky.” I purse my lips, thinking about those women. How that one reached for him. “Maybe Luther liked the attention.” I emphasize his name just to be a pest. Dad scoffs. “Not him. He’s no saint, but he’s damn close. Been forever since I’ve seen him interested in anyone.”
