Colin rolled his eyes at that. Which is how he reacted anytime she made that kind of nonsensical threat. "Sorry," he said anyway. Since he didn't want to wake Amy.
She was fucking kidding? "You invited me in!" he retorted, then remembered the baby and lowered his voice. "You weren't supposed to do that. It's dangerous."
Colin threw up his hands. "I'm coming in, go unlock the door," he told her. "If I take off suddenly, don't worry. I'll come back when my head's straight again. I am not having this conversation out on your lawn. I'm surprised your neighbors haven't already called the police."
Shaking his head, he headed around to the front door. This was insane, but then, so was he and his life since Robbie died.