(Tyler’s POV)
I had no idea who ‘Sam’ was. Which is why I turned to my daughter with a confused look on my face which she apparently thought was funny. “Sam, Pat, Mudd. It’s all the same.” She shrugged and started to get up from the chair.
“Let’s talk outside.” She mouthed as she motioned to the door. Alex and I both nodded and quietly followed her out. Once we were in the hallway the gang all crowded around us, and she spoke openly as well as in a more normal tone. “I would like someone posted IN the room with him. Someone who can listen more closely, if you get my drift.”
I was going to suggest the same thing. Putting someone in the room who can listen to his thoughts is a good idea. He can’t just lie around thoughtlessly all d*mn day, can he?
“I thought it should be the older warr
