The grin told him differently. “We left early.”
Devin hurried to speak before Murrie shared any details. “Good for you. Now, do we need to have the talk?”
“The talk?” Murrie’s eyes were so wide it was hard to keep a straight face.
“Yes, the talk.” Devin’s voice was stern.
“I think it’s a bit late for the talk, little one.”
“Obviously not.” He patted the marble top of the kitchen island and glared at Murrie. “There are two appointments thirty minutes apart on your calendar and judging by the vague and incomplete notes concerning what those appointments are about, it’s not doable.”
Murrie gaped at him. “That’s the talk?”
“The most important talk you’ll ever have. We don’t double book in this household.”
The grin was instant, and Devin had a hard time holding on to his glare.
“We don
