"Sorry for falling asleep," she yawned. "It was a rough day."
Riley had to agree with that. "No worries. I napped also." He reached out and gently stroked Adam's short curls. "Jeez…"
"Still hard to believe?" Stella asked.
"Well it helps that he looks like me. How did I miss it?"
She chuckled. "Who would think that they had a son with a woman that they'd never met."
"True." He patted his son's legs and then examined his fingers. "He's got my hands too. Look at those nails. I guess he's got a habit of biting them too."
"I try to discourage it but I can't always catch it. He bites them down to where they sometimes start to bleed."
Riley's brow gathered and he had a flash of memory again. It was of Sully being punched repeatedly by his father. What kind of man would do that to his own
