The Trouble with Trying to Date a Murderer (Murder Sprees and Mute Decrees #1)

by Jennifer Cody

McQueen: I’ll send Annette the details so you can read them for yourself, but the takeaway is that you’ve basically adopted him. Congratulations. Me: I’m too young to be a father! McQueen: Too late. No take backs. I’m a grandfather now. Me: I’m going through a tunnel. You’re breaking up. Krrk. Oh darn. I’ve lost the connection. McQueen: *laughing emoji* I hand Fox back his phone and point at him accusingly. Fox takes my hand and kisses the back of it as he hands Bellamy his phone so he can read what Dakota said. “At least you don’t have to raise this one,” Fox murmurs, pulling me in for a hug. I consider that and shake my head. I do actually have to raise this one. He needs to learn to appreciate puns or he’s no kid of mine. “Ridiculous. I’m at least fifteen years older than you,” Bellamy announces, handing Fox’s phone back. Age is just a number, kiddo. Bellamy reads my message and turns a fun shade of pink. “No.” It’s too late. You read what Grandpa Omp said, no take backs. “You’re not even married,” Bellamy argues. Best to just start off on the right foot. You have four grandfathers now: Grandpa Omp, Grandpa Athair, Grandpa Pater, and Grandpa Chris. Fox flashes me a smile as Bellamy reads that. “I’m going home,” Bellamy decides, turning toward the front door. I grab him before he gets three steps, smack his butt, and point my finger at him, shaking my head, then point to the floor in front of us. Fox interprets for me. “You live here now, son.”