Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 63763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
I shook my head. “Shoes off. Homework out. We’ll talk about computer crimes after dinner.”
He groaned but obeyed, pausing only to high-five Corbin on the way past. I caught the subtle curl of my husband’s fingers against our son’s hair—affection and warning in the same touch—before Donny disappeared toward the kitchen.
“I’m serious,” he insisted. “He’s hacking school servers for raccoon memes at eight.”
Corbin settled his hand at the small of my back like he’d been doing for years. “I’ll talk to him.”
“You’d better. Or the next time I catch one of my grandkids breaking into something digital, I’m leaving them in a cell long enough to think about their life choices.”
“He’d probably ask for the Wi-Fi password,” I muttered.
Dad pointed at me. “You’re not helping.”
“But I’m not wrong.”
He huffed, but some of the tension eased. He looked at the toys spread across the living room floor and shook his head with reluctant acceptance. “Your mother would have loved this chaos.”
My throat tightened at the mention of her. “Yeah. She would have.”
He pulled me into a hug, clapped Corbin once on the shoulder harder than he probably needed to and headed back out to his Tahoe.
As he reversed out of the drive, Corbin and I stood in the quiet that never lasted long in our house. Only a minute later, something crashed upstairs. Jake started crying. Donny shouted that it wasn’t his fault this time. The only reason Sara didn’t join in was because she had all-day kindergarten.
I sighed against Corbin’s shirt. “Your turn.”
He squeezed my nape, then headed off to referee whatever disaster our boys had created this time. After a minute, I followed to help.
Some things were worth the chaos. Especially when they looked exactly like him.