Brad POV
He was showered and dressed for dinner, standing in his walk-in wardrobe. Smiling down at the words Piper Harper Drake. Even Benson was happy inside him, sitting up all attention as they looked at those words. He’d not even been looking for it. He had simply come up after lunch to change his pants and shoes. He had noted they had some mud on them from that bike ride with Brandon.
He had been kicking his shoes around looking for a matching pair. He actually didn’t like wearing shoes at all. He much preferred to be barefooted at all times, but his father insisted on him wearing them, something to do with looking respectable, but he still hated it. That’s why he just tossed his shoes in the corner of his walk in uncaring.
He’d kicked a few around this afternoon and stopped as he’d
