Inside the comfort of his car, Kendrick calmly explained who Mira was to his amusingly attentive son, whose expression kept changing as if he was dissecting the information like a judge.
"Hold on, daddy, let me get this straight." Griffin squinted, his tiny brows scrunching like he was solving a world puzzle. "Grandma set you up on a dinner date, but you ditched it because you had to babysit me and take care of Mommy, right?"
"Yes, son," Kendrick admitted with a sheepish grin.
The absurdity of explaining his love life to a four-year-old made him feel like he was the one about to be grounded.
"And then…" Griffin's little hand kept stroking his father's arm like a wise old judge petting a nervous witness. "...you begged Uncle Erick to take your place while you lied to Grandma that you were actually on a date with some lady you don't even love?"
"Something like that." Kendrick winced, caught like a thief under a flashlight.
"Ah!"
