He had. When Violet had first asked him to come over that time. He had tried to politely say no, but she had begged and pleaded with him until he had balked. A lot of good that did him, especially when her dad had been there. They weren’t kids this time; it had to be a little different. He was a little more firm. Hopefully. He sighed. “Least I’m the only one wrapped around her finger.”
Watching Bren pay for the drinks made him aware that he’d have to make the trip back to his temporary place. Standing up, he nodded at Bren. “Yes, sir. I’ll see you at dinner tomorrow.”