“They’re your family?” Bobbie asked Olivier feeling bile rise in her throat.
“Not my family,” he shook his head in protest of her words. “They are not my blood. They were around when I was growing up. We would see them at family reunions, weddings, funerals and so on but they are not my family. They’re related to mom’s side of the family. My grandfather had hired Bernard for some time but terminated his employment. Cleo, he had no use for since she was a girl.”
“Why is she looking for you dad?” Ollie asked curiously over a spoonful of oatmeal.
“She’s crazy?” Henri questioned in a mutter earning a chuckle from Riggs.
“She wants a job,” he offered to his daughter and pressed a kiss to the top of her head as he moved to sit at the kitchen table with the kids and his friends.
“Doesn’t she
