“Thanks. So, she rode out the storm with Brill Williams and his gang,” Kai said in a sunny tone before slurping his steaming coffee.
“No kidding? Wow. Isn’t he the head of the worst gang in the area?”
“He is. But he’s taken Paisley under his wing, so I have to be grateful for that. She baked him cookies.”
Trent rolled his eyes and tried hard not to laugh. He couldn’t help it. It burst from him like a damn breaking.
“That man has a rap sheet longer than the ladder truck and she made him cookies?” He giggled and choked. “I’m picturing Brill dressed like Beaver Cleaver. Oh, my god.” Trent wiped his eyes. “Oh, my god.”
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