Aimee watched as Karla left them and walked over to where Abigail played with her dolls. “And who are these lovely ladies?" Karla sat down as she pointed to the dolls on the table.
Clint glanced at Aimee, a smile decorating his face. “You okay?" He whispered it in order not to draw Karla's attention. Aimee was glad for that.
She nodded. “Yeah. Thanks." She forced a smile upon her face as she stepped closer to him. She couldn't explain what was going on, so she pushed it aside. “How are we doing here?"
He stared at her a moment, and she knew she hadn't fooled him. Yet, he wasn't going to push. “We're ready to light it up. Ribeyes for the adults and a hot dog for the little one who hasn't developed taste buds yet."
“What can I do to help?"
There wasn't much for her to do. Clint prepared
