9 Predictions
Dinner was fantastic. Knox could have nodded off with the warm seafood gumbo filling his stomach at the end of a long, but good, day. But he and Brant had a tradition, and Knox wasn’t about to shirk it for a nap.
So with a groan, Knox pushed up from the cushy recliner. Pops moved fast for a big guy and had his butt in the chair before Knox had completely stepped away.
“Favorite chair?” Knox asked as he made for the back door.
Pops leaned back in the chair and raised his legs as the leg rest lifted to support them. “Favorite chair for my granddaughter.”
As if by magic, Elisia ran in from the other room, scampered up her granddad, and sprawled on his belly with a smile. She looked like a big cat, ready to take a nap, with its limbs hanging over a fat tree trunk. Except,
