“Let me guess,” Logan said. “Grandfather sent you.”
Logan’s father sighed. “Just hear out what he wants me to tell you. I don’t think you’ll be unhappy about it.”
“Doubtful,” Logan replied.
Logan’s father glanced at the room behind us. “Can I come in?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Logan said.
“It’s okay,” Tammy said from the living room. “Don’t let that man stand out there on the stoop. I can at least heat up some waffles for him.”
“Tammy,” Frank scolded.
“I may dislike the man, but that’s no reason not to be hospitable,” Tammy replied. Standing from the couch, she walked into the kitchen and tended to the waffles.
Logan shook his head, but guiding me back along with him, stepped away from the door, allowing his father to enter.
Frank and Dylan both stood.
“Michael,” Fran
