My eyes dart behind them. “Where’s Uncle Al?” Dante’s gaze darkens. “At home. Probably groping up his jail bait.” He smooths down his shirt and sinks into the chair opposite. “You know, I take care of most things these days. Going forward, you should expect to be dealing with me.” “Did Daddy finally give you keys to the kingdom?” Rafe asks mockingly. “Or did he just lend you a booster seat so you can sit at the table tonight? Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on the clock to make sure you don’t miss your curfew.”
