Frowning, I looked out the car window. We were parked by the curb in front of the townhouse and it took my addled brain a few moments to realize what it was that had my driver so startled.
Ralph.
He stood at the bottom of the front steps, his hands in his pockets and shoulders slumped. He stared at the car expectantly. Was the bastard waiting for me?
With a snarl, I got out of the car and slammed the door shut behind me.
“What the hell are you doing here, Ralph?” I barked, stomping toward him. “Didn’t I warn you what would happen if you came here again?”
I saw his throat work as he gulped, and I could tell he was nervous as he gazed up at me.
“I…I want to talk to you about Megan,” he stammered. “I want custody back.”
I stared at him, momentarily struck speechless.
“Are you kidding
