Fifty-Two
“So, how did it work out?” Memphis asked as he got in for the day. Following close on his heels, Markus waltzed in and sat down at the table. Closing his eyes, he groaned as he dropped his head to the worn surface. “Not great. His birthday was basically a disaster, but he loved the gifts I got him.” “Well, that’s always good, right?” Moving to the fridge, Memphis scowled. Tilting his head slightly, he listened intently. Hearing nothing, his brows drew together in concern. “Strange, she’s usually home with Frankie now.” Raising his head, Markus scowled, “I’m already in a mood. Don’t call the Hell Hound down on my ass.” Snickering, Memphis shook his head. Heading upstairs, he huffed when he realized that the house was empty. His father was gone on a mission with Trace and David, so he kn
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