WILLA’S POV
Gallahan blinked at me twice. It seemed like he had failed to comprehend what I just said, as if my words rang foreign to his ears.
His jaw ticked taut and relaxed repeatedly for a few heartbeats before he said a baffled, “What?”
I shifted, moving near the end of the bed so I could have a semblance of detachment and defenses through the space between us. Then I folded and crossed my legs, settling down as comfortably as I possibly could.
“Custody, Gallahan,” I said nonchalantly. “Guardianship of our children. Where they stay and who will raise them. That type of thing that parents who aren’t together discuss and agree on.”
“Don’t get too cheeky with me, Willa. I know what custody is. I don’t need you to explain it to me.”
“Then why do you look like I just spouted somethin
