He dialed, then dropped his voice a few octaves to explain I was sick. It must've worked even though he sounded nothing like Dad because when he hung up, he gave a triumphant smile. "I'm the coolest guy ever."
I snorted and held my hand out. "Money, Super Ego."
"I guess you'll have to crawl into my lap since the phone's on this side," he said with a wink and placed a quarter in my palm.
"You want to make friends with my fist again?" I snatched at the handle then slammed the door shut.
"Mothers aren't supposed to hit their children," he called out the window.
Trying to hide the smile that kept tugging at my lips, I circled the car and dialed. My voice sounded all prim and proper when the secretary answered. I told her Callum was ill as he choked on his own laughter behind me. His
