“What are we going to do with her though? Joe says his mom’s petition for custody is consistently refused.”
“I know, I read the file. The court thinks she’ll let Savannah visit her father and they want to avoid that.”
“Could we adopt her? Or foster her or something?”
“She’s not a puppy or a kitten, Jessie,” Spyder remarked, sinking back onto Ava’s sofa. “She lasts a lot longer than Christmas morning.”
She shot him a glare. “I’m well aware of that.”
Ava pulled a face. “I doubt we could convince them of that. I mean, what case worker, even an overworked, stressed out, and underpaid one would agree to let a little girl live in an MC clubhouse with hundreds of men stomping through every day?”
Jessie cleared her throat. “Yeah, I didn’t think that through, did I?”
“Not really. No,” Ava mo
