“Do you want to have dinner with us, Mr. Dallas?” Josh asked as he continued to watch me. Since when did Josh invite people over for dinner? That was Louie’s job. “J, I’m sure he has better things to do than see your face longer than he needs to,” I said jokingly, still watching that face I knew too well. It felt like he was up to something, but what? “Plus, I’m sure he wants to spend some time with his grandma.” “There’s nothing better I could be doing,”
