When he’d told his lovely wife, Bri, that he was going to check in on the girl, she’d told him that Mac had been in to see her last night. He’d known that she’d done it…the bread and dessert that they’d had last night could have only come from here. “I had to know that she was all right. He’s a big brute of a man to be tossing her around.” Ordan asked her if she meant the girl or Riordan. Her grin had him laughing. “I would have loved to have seen that. Her throwing him over her shoulder like he was nothing more than a bothersome flea. And to have her tossing food at him? Why, it was everything I could do not to laugh right in his face when he sat there all covered in it.” “He was a sight. I laughed so hard on the way home that I near hurt myself. But I’m going to go by and see her anyway. Might even tell her how sorry I am that we raised him up to be such a fool.” And now here he was, next in line, and he’d yet to see her. The woman at the counter winked at him when he told her what he wanted in the way of food this morning.
