“I’m not leaving my home, and I’m damn sure not going to Seattle.” He said Seattle like it was a curse word. I didn’t ask what was wrong with Seattle because I didn’t want to hear the list he probably had all cued up. He’d probably been working on it for years because he was just über prepared like that. “You’ll stay with me,” he said. “I already decided that, Boss Baby,” I informed him, “but only for the summer. I’ll give you until the end of August.” “I generally include September in the summer,” he said craftily. “That’s crazy talk. September is fall.”
