It didn’t make me feel much better.
But it helped when Mac patted Joelle on the head and stood, then shouted, “Bridget Mackenzie! Get your sexy ass in my office right now!”
His old lady came hurrying out of the kitchen with a sour expression on her face and planted her hands on her hips. “No need to bellow, Jared!”
He pointed toward his office. “Now. We need to talk about your girls.”
Bridget rolled her eyes and stalked down the hallway. Before he followed her, he shot a smug grin at me and drawled, “It’s not as long off as you think, Breaker.” He smiled after delivering the dig and hurried after his wife.
“Fucking hell,” I groaned.
“Yeah, fucking hell,” Joelle sighed. “I’m never going to date. Boys are gross.”
Ireland gasped, “We don’t say words like that, Joelle.”
I just grinned and beckoned my daughter over. She skipped in my direction and let me pull her into my lap. “That’s my girl,” I praised. “Never forget that boys are gross.”