Bear touched his moustache, running his fingers via the hair that was once longer than regular as he stared at Morgan. “You’d omit my stunning face.”
Morgan rolled his eyes. “Don’t push your luck.”
“Who’s your daddy?” Bear teased, elbowing him in the arm.
I cracked up. Morgan f*****g hated when Bear reminded him about their special relationship. But the one element I did recognize used to be that Morgan respected Bear and had truely grown to love the man. Who couldn’t? He dealt with Fran like a queen and had turned out to be the exceptional viable healthy for her.
Kind of like me and katniss. The robust Gallo girls wished anyone who used to be greater than them to hold them in check, or they’d end up midway to loopy town. Out of the three ladies—Maria, katniss, and Fran—I’d say Fran ha
