“Or I might think you’re perfect,” a deep voice said from behind me. I lowered the phone and whipped around to see Reed standing in the door. “Get off the phone, boy. We need to have a little talk.” I swallowed the lump in my throat and slowly raised the phone to my ear without breaking eye contact with Reed. “Um, Frankie, Daddy says I have to go.” I pressed the disconnect and slipped the phone in my pocket.
