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I thought about it, and realized Beau had a lot more grievance. “He’s all yours.”

Dad’s head lolled around like a broken doll, one eye shut. The only reason he was partially standing was Beau was holding him with one hand.

“You piece of shit. I don’t know if what you’ve done will get you in a jail cell, so let’s do this, shall we?”

I watched as Beau kicked out at the side of Dad’s knee. I heard the bone break and cringed.

“Jesus,” I heard Willie whisper.

Beau dropped Dad onto the ground. He turned to look at Willie. “Did you see anything?”

“God no,” he whispered.

“I want to check on his aunt. I think something fishy is going on,” I said.

I pushed Willie out of the way and made my way into the trailer. I found the old woman in the back bedroom.

“Via?” I whispered.

She was in a house robe, shivering. She was barely conscious.

“Call an ambulance, Beau. I think there might be a prison sentence in these two assholes' future after all.”

Epilogue

Seven months later

Lettie sure could put on one hell of a spread. It was a wonder that the picnic tables didn’t come crashing down. And how many Magills were there, anyway?

I looked over at Marlowe, and this time she was holding a newborn. Simon and Trenda’s little boy, Drake. She looked good holding a baby. She’d been holding kids every time I turned around. It was about time I did something about that.

“Hey, are you going to join the conversation, or just make cow eyes at your woman all afternoon?”

I glanced down at Sue Rankin. How great was it that I liked Marlowe’s best friend?

“She’s a pleasure to watch.”

“You know I’m mad at you, don’t you?” Sue asked for the umpteenth time.

“You might have mentioned it.” I smiled.

Her husband put his arm around his petite wife’s shoulders. “Quit busting the man’s balls. Your friend can’t help who she falls in love with. Anyway, they’re buying a big enough house so that we can come and visit.”

“Like those bedrooms are going to be empty for long,” Sue groused.

I laughed. Sue had our number.

“The Whispering Pines is nice. And it has a room with a hot tub on the deck,” Steve reminded her.

She relaxed against her husband. “There is that.”

“Kai, get over here. Little Grandma wants to talk to you.”

“Gotta go. When the queen asks for an audience, one must listen.”

Sue giggled.

I sauntered over to the covered patio where Little Grandma was sitting with her two sisters and three of her daughters. I sat down at the table. “Hello ladies.”