“They eat chocolate in bed after sex,” he said. “There’s some on your cheek.”
She snorted.
Oh, he was a funny, funny man, and very smart not to wade into this.
“I mean, I like to have fun,” she joked.
Only, the big man was confused.
“I don’t know what to do with him,” Charlie admitted.
Charlie hadn’t been around his son in a while. Yes, he bought his ex a house to raise him, but Abigale rarely let him see George.
The boy wasn’t a fan of him. He wasn’t six, he was seventeen.
“Seriously. What should I do?”
Elizabeth didn’t care.
As long as he didn’t take him to a crime scene—specifically one she was on.
“Take him to church. Tell him a story about hookers,” she stated. “I don’t care, but you’re on dad duty. Maybe he wants to see you.”
He lifted a brow.
Oh, he was pretty sure Abigale had poisoned the boy. If all of a sudden he wanted to see him, Charlie would be paranoid as hell.
Sam was on Elizabeth’s side on this one, and frankly, he didn’t want to be around anything Abigale created.
Or spawned.
She was evil to her core, and that was his personal opinion—that he kept to himself.
“Well, I’ll keep you updated as to what Elizabeth is doing,” Sam said.
And she shut that shit down.
FAST.
“Yeah, no. He’ll need help. He’s your responsibility too. Have fun, Mom.”
Sam actually gasped.
“Wait. What?” he asked. “Why is the spawn of Satan, her boy-child, my responsibility?”
Now, Charlie gasped.
“Sammy!”
Yeah, well, she wasn’t listening to them fight on this one, and she was laying down the law.
“Once upon a time, you were on a cruise ship, and you made that obligation. Right?” she asked, letting that hang there.
Both men shut up.
IMMEDIATELY.
Why?
