“You look like you were dragged through a knothole backwards.”
He groaned, “holy f**k Briar. I have, give-or-take, ten thousand people in my organization all over the world and I’d rather deal with all of them at once than ever repeat today. No wonder Joe and Marie are panicking over twins again. Their kids aren’t right.”
She laughed at his serious words. “They’re not so bad.”
“They are too. Joe asked one of my guys if he could simply shoot him in the face so he could be done with it. The twin fourteen-year-old boys fight constantly with the eleven- and nine-year-old but they have nothing on the littlest one. The four-year-old, three times today was walking around with his p***s out of his pants talking to it. He named his p***s Little Frank and told me countless times it’s his best fri
