“I don’t have to give you the talk, do I?” My brow furrows. “The talk?” He arches a bushy dark brow. “You’re a good kid. But that boy—wherever you’re hiding him right now—he’s my entire world.” His eyes glitter with something like amusement, but there’s also an edge there that tells me he’s also being dead serious. “You get me?” I chew on my lip, fighting a smile. He looks heavenward like he’s praying for patience. “This is supposed to be a threat, kid. Can you at least pretend you’re quakin’ in your boots?”
