“She’s right,” I murmur and raise my eyes to his. “We thought you should know.” “Thank you, Son,” he mumbles tiredly. “Sorry, Dad,” Asher says, and he smiles at him. “Not your fault, my boy.” I see Asher beam like he does whenever Dad calls him that. “Alright, enough of this heart-to-heart, we’re going to have some fun!” Bray calls. “If there are any hot bitches, I’ll get their number for you, Daddy!” he declares as he drags Blair after him, making her laugh. “More like I’ll get them,” she teases.
