When I wasn't dealing with Kat and her kids, or killing myself at the shop trying to meet quota, I was thinking up ways to f**k the Porters. It wasn't my style to let things wait this long and it was killing me, but things were finally moving thank f**k.
Old man Mallory had come through with some s**t this afternoon that I felt I needed to share with the guys from the meet, but I had to wait until the coast was clear before I could start that conference call. The people in my house, especially the ones that were missing a chromosome are nosy as f**k, there's no telling who's listening at the door and s**t.
"Hey Caitie Bear." I caught her at a rare moment when her damn shadow wasn't around, and barely stopped myself from asking where he was. That's some dangerous s**t in itself. I've gro
