“Okay, but what are the rules?” I squatted with my hands on my knees the way I might if I was at the line of scrimmage on a football field waiting for the ref to blow the whistle. “My boy likes rules,” Rory said with a grin. I lifted an eyebrow in amusement. “Your boy?” “Yeah. You’re mine. Don’t argue.” I held his gaze for a long moment and then smiled. “Okay.”
