“You have to get up, Uncle Vin,” Lisa said. She hadn’t quite gotten to the point where she’d dumped water on his head—which she had done the last two days running, and so Vin was pretty sure he was in for three times, if he continued to drag his feet.
He’d give her this much, the girl followed through with what she said she’d do, even if that was the thankless task of getting his sorry ass out of bed on time.
“What did I ever do to you?” Vin moaned. He slitted one eye to look at her, somewhat upside down based on how his head was hanging off the pillow. She didn’t even look angry. Or exasperated. Something Beau never had been able to manage.
“Gave me a place to live and made sure I won my own financial independence,” Lisa said. “And while we’re at it, your slick-as-pig-snot lawyer is ke
