Arwen walked into her backyard and glared at the man standing in her henhouse. “You have nerve.”
“Should I not be here?”
“She waited for you at the hospital.”
“I am here now,” he said simply. He looked around the backyard, “you’ve made a beautiful home for her.”
“How many cracks to the head did you take?” Arwen folded her arms over her chest as she took in the sight of him in a full suit, standing in chicken-s**t, holding Henrietta in his arms. One eye was almost shut completely, his cheek black and blue and his lips swollen. His nose appeared straight again. Even battered he was a good looking man. “You set my alarms off. I had to turn them off remotely before one of the girls came and shot your ass.”
“I f****d up, Arwen,” he said simply. “I should have had a more experienced man on
