Benny
By the time Nixx and JJ pulled into the driveway, Bryce had threatened twice to hide my boots if I tried to leave the house, and Millie had switched sides in the argument completely.
“You’re supposed to rest,” she informed me from the floor, where she was surrounded by colored pencils.
“I am resting.”
Bryce looked toward the kitchen. “Trying to reach the back of the top shelf in the cabinet twenty minutes ago.”
“I needed chips.”
“You could have asked me.”
“I’m wounded, not helpless.”
Millie giggled. “You’re both.”
I stared at her in betrayal just as the front door opened.
“Mommy!”
She launched herself off the floor and hit JJ around the waist before JJ could put her purse down. JJ hugged her tightly, burying her face against Millie’s hair for a second while Nixx came throu
