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“Yeah, you were a dick to do that.”

“Wait, we’re talking about you being a dick, not me!”

“Please don’t make me laugh.”

“Sorry.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Do we agree that you’re the dick?” Julian asked.

“My life was saved for this nonsense?”

“I’m very thankful your life was saved, even if you’re a dick.”

“You’re not making me laugh, remember? And was there a purpose for this pointless phone call?”

“I was just checking on you before a meeting with a new client who’s divorcing her husband and seeking sole custody of their daughter because he allowed his mother into the delivery room after she specifically said no to the woman’s demands.”

“Whoa. Speaking of dick moves.”

“Right? Who does that?”

“Someone who doesn’t give a shit about his wife or her wishes,” Carson said, wondering what was keeping Ty. And where had Cresley gone?

“You up for a quick visit later?”

“Sure.”

“Okay, I’ll text you when I’m on the way home. Any word from the cops about Beckett?”

“Not yet. Make sure you aren’t followed.”

“Will do. See you later, then.”

“Thanks for calling.”

He ended the call and read a text from Griffin, inviting them to McKenna’s place next Thursday night to meet their niece. Carson noticed his parents weren’t included in the invite and wondered if they were getting a private audience with their granddaughter or if Griff was intentionally excluding them.

Ty came running back into the living room. “Mom made me do my homework before I could watch the movie.”

“That’s a smart mom.”

“Of course you’re on her side.”

“Always, pal. She knows what’s best for you.”

“I know, but homework is so boring.”

“Now it’s done, and you don’t have to think about it again tonight.”

“That’s true. Mom said we can watch Iron Man on Disney.” He picked up the remote and found the movie in about ten seconds, or so it seemed to Carson.

“Is she going to watch with us?”

“She said she needed to answer a few messages, and then she’ll be in—with snacks.”

“Yay for snacks. You want to sit with me?”