Renegade
“Please don't hurt yourselves," Whitney looks at Tank and me over the top of her sunglasses.
“We're cleaning out your gutters and taking care of your fall yardwork," Tank shoots her a look. “How in the world do you think we're going to hurt ourselves? We're in great shape."
“That cocky attitude is it right there," she puts her hands on her hips, giving him a stare down. Showing her own attitude.
“Don't worry about us. Go hang out with your friends, take their gifts, and when you get home, we'll put them in the nursery and then we'll relax," I send her off with a kiss on the cheek as she strolls over to her SUV.
“How in the hell did you get out of a baby shower?" Tank asks as he watches her leave.
I turn, a sly grin on my face. “No fuckin' clue dude. All I know is the second
