“Um, my daddy said Rora needs to move in his room ‘cause you’re gonna need hers soon.” My eyes fly to Captain’s when he starts busting up laughing, and a low cursed ‘Jesus’ leaves Victoria. Captain grins, grabbing his daughter. “Zo, we talked about this. We don’t blurt out everything we hear when we’re pretending to be asleep, remember?” “But I like her, and Rora said no.” Zoey pouts.
