"I have even less reason to now," he reminded her. That whole 'turning into a slavering monster' reason, even. Which was the best reason of all in Colin's opinion.
Colin rolled his eyes. "He's not a bird with a broken wing, Sis," he reminded her. "I'll reserve my judgment on him until I meet him. Okay?" He didn't even want to talk about the guy anymore. It was bad enough he had to go work on his abused toy truck, dammit.
He neatly dodged the hair grab, because despite his best efforts, his shaggy blond hair almost always ended up with a good coating of grime too. Kayla didn't need it on her hands, which she would then put in her mouth. "Okay, fine," he relented. "I need to get back to work anyway." Dropping a kiss on top of his niece's head, he picked up one of the boxes of donuts. "Just don't try to save all of my customers. From the way most of them treat their cars, I feel sorry for their pets, spouses, and children." With that, he beat a retreat back into the shop before Cate could retort. Yes, it was childish. Colin didn't care.