Immediately, I turned to Judge and called, “Darling, get out of that jungle. You’ve no idea what’s slithering in those weeds.”
“Baby, I got boots on.”
I glared at him.
He studied me, his lips tipped up, then that disappeared when he looked at his dad.
“What was that about?”
“Please don’t talk about this when you’re so far away. I can’t hear you,” I stated.
I could.
I just wanted Judge, and Rix, and Jamie out of that grass.
Because, honestly, anything could be in it.
All the men, being gentlemen (even Rix), shifted to the walk.
I met them and we huddled.
Jamie shared.
“Your grandfather is in trouble.”